Twice he had bumped into her now, and she kept creeping into his thoughts. No, that was a lie, he hadn’t stopped thinking about her since that first time they collided in the hallway. He couldn’t explain it at all; of course he had found himself attracted to human women before, he was male after all and some of them were very cute, but he had never felt like this. It was the way she moved. There was something about her body language that endeared her to him, and although he couldn’t put a finger or a hoof on what, the fact remained that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. That perhaps he liked her. That perhaps she was the one.
 
I went in intending to make this one weird, but stopped when it became cute.