Yeah, so do I, but I haven't been letting my eyes wander because of it.

[ which isn't the same she knows but she's still going to play this up. so she squints at him before she pushes away from the door, and it really isn't the same, walking up to someone all hey sup when you're taller than them, but she's figuring it out as she goes along. she doesn't stop until she's standing right next to him, her fingers reaching out to pull at the hem of that shirt she likes so much. not pulling it off or anything, just fussing with it ]

Sounds to me like someone needs a reminder of who he belongs to.