Say it. Say it. Say. It!
Nothing. Again. He was right there, not even two feet away. No one else was near, so what the hell was your problem? It shouldn't be so difficult to say "Hey, aren't you in Diane's class?" and yet you choke every time. Every. Time. I hate your cowardice. Haven't you realized that it's getting you nowhere?
Sorry isn't going to make things progress. Sorry will make you nothing more than a familiar face. Is that what you want?
No, of course not. It's just that, the situation wasn't quite right. I mean, he was working. Is that really a good time to strike up a conversation?
Now you're making excuses. There's only four weeks left of the term, and one of them is strictly for finals. You're going to have figure something out real soon.
Oh for Pete's sake. Woman up!
OK, OK, I will. Next time.