Car-Ma

He was at the intersection, waiting for the light to turn green.
She walked briskly by his car.
He glanced at her. The light turned green. He accelerated and sped off to work.

Fast forward a month.
Same signal, same car.
Expectant man. Same brisk walk. Nonchalant woman.
This time the man looked....not glanced...but looked at the woman. She had a taut body. Long thin legs. Beautiful face.
It was the kind of face that gets more beautiful with every look. He was entranced by her eyes. Yes, it was the eyes that did him in.
They seemed busy - lost in focussed thought.
He followed her with his eyes, in the side view mirror and then in the rear view mirror.

She was now as much a part of him as his morning shave.
His mornings needed her. They were not complete if he did not catch a glimpse of her. He wondered if it was possible she had not noticed him.
How could she not notice him staring at her every morning?
Some mornings when she had a headset on, she would look around but with an unseeing look. Her mind was focussed on the music or the news flowing through the wires.
Other days, her attention was not on the cars lined up at the intersection. She seemed to be fixated on the next step.
She was intriguing. He was mesmerised.

P.S. Thanks to a friend for help with the title.