You know how they say, the heart wants what it wants? Well, what if you knew what people wanted. You could see what people most desired.<br/>"Yo, Rae! Wait up." My best friend, Jesse, called interrupting my writing. I squinted up waiting for his frame to block the sun that was directly behind him. I clipped my pencil to my notebook and stuck it in the back of my bag. I stood up and started walking toward my car with him. He rambled on about some girl in his class, his new obsession for the week, and watched as people milled around the open area of the courtyard.<br/>"Where to for lunch? Your pick." Jesse taps his fingertips on his lips. I watch him as the thinks, wondering at how much he's changed. His awkward, lanky walk now gone and replaced with a grace only a ballerina would kill for.<br/>We got in my car and headed off.<br/>"The diner." I nodded and adjusted my direction. We got there, picked my favorite seat, the one with the high stools to the left of the door at the counter. From where I sat, I had view of the door and anyone coming close enough to eavesdrop.<br/>Jesse babbled on, everything from school, to work, to his mom and sisters. I nodded in all the right places and even threw in a couple 'oh, man's or 'great going's every once in a while.<br/>The bell above the door tinkled and in walks my heart's desire.<br/>Oh my stupid heart.