Thinking about him, she’s distracted from her everyday.
She’s distracted by the memory of his smile, to which no other smile compares. And the glint in his eye that winks at her from every passing reflection.
Imagining imaginary meetings, she fills up her day. She makes lists in her head of everything she wants to say, but forgets when they meet, too distracted to remember.
She’s probably not a distraction to him, but right now he’s someone happy to think about.
Someone to look forward to meeting.
Someone who gives her hope that one day she won’t need a distraction.