She doesn’t announce it.

Doesn’t need to.

It’s not in the way she speaks,
     not in the words she chooses—
     but in the way she decides,

            the way she moves,
            the way she made herself into exactly who she is.

It’s in the little things.

Like the way she figured out
       my site’s hidden door,
       slipping past the extra clicks,

       finding her own way in.

It’s in the way
     she reads the room,
     sees the play before it happens,

     knows the angle before the question is asked.

She’s that kind of smart.

The kind you don’t catch until you realize
              you’ve been playing checkers…

              and she’s three moves into chess.

And maybe—
    maybe that’s what she sees in me, too.

The way I think,
    the way I build,
    the way I don’t just accept
    the way things are.

Maybe that’s why
      this works.

Two minds,
    two ways of seeing,
    two ways of moving

    through a world that never quite knows what to do with us.

But I know what to do.

I see her.

I _notice_.