She was so fucking anxious. He'd visited her only once before, and since their meeting he had texted her at least once a day. There was no way the butterflies in her stomach would fade, not after seeing his face and hearing his voice. When he'd gone so far as to mention her to a friend... she'd about died.
To be so wholly consumed by him... She knew it wasn't healthy. He did not hold the same feelings for her as she did for him. their correspondence thus far has been friendly. Little he did could be considered friendly, but her twisted view of him made it so. It was also professional. Perhaps as a way to keep her close while denying her any emotional connection. He was so mysterious, and elusive, she could only guess at his motives.