"As I admired a beaded pot, possibly Peruvian or Mexican, I noticed him. Tall, lean yet muscular, with dark hair slicked into a neat low bun. Dressed in an all-black tailored suit with the shirt unbuttoned at the top casually, mysterious and striking.
He spoke to a group, his voice cut through the din. Soft but commanding, with a subtle accent. The timbre vibrated through me, even from across the room.
I didn't know how long I'd been staring until his gaze lifted, catching mine mid-conversation. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I looked away quickly and turned, pretending to be deeply interested in another piece. Should I leave? Or just act as though nothing happened?"