from my little black book, the beginning of a short story/novel/treatise/other:
Her gaze intrigued him--a mechanical stare, evolved and sharp enough to pierce his awkward glance, meticulously implanting itself in the part of his brain thousands of years of evolution saved for the most important of original thoughts and motives: sex.
Analyzing and counter-analyzing, the 1.16 seconds during which their eyes collided transferred more between the two than every spoken, written or otherwise physically communicated thought in the entirety of existence.
"No," he thought.
A single conclusion for the most complex of thoughts, a decision thousands of years in the making, a decision that in 1.16 seconds evolved as such: [...]