I don't think our glances met

I don't think our glances met
As she questioned her, who I had brought –
I wonder what went through her head.

Later inside, she passed us by,
Acknowledging her, but to me it seemed odd –
As if she suppressed something behind her smile.

Then, when she left, she caught me alone,
Closing the distance to bid me farewell –
With a touch of my arm.