One pot

She stands on the stairs between floors, there is a lot of activity everywhere, she watches you and follows you as if on your heels, she suddenly notices how you turn around and abruptly disappears, writing about you in her notebook, she watched you and your friends, oh these friends, how she wanted to push them all into the background.
She sees you sitting in class from the back desk and quietly draws you in a notebook. She is afraid to approach you, but really wants to be friends with you.