Blair Monroe الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

You notice her before you realized you were staring. She was standing across the street outside a boutique, laughing at something an older woman had said. The sound carried faintly through the afternoon noise. There was nothing dramatic about the moment. No slow motion. No music. No lightning strike from the heavens. Just a strange certainty. Like your attention had quietly chosen her before you had any say in it. She thanked the woman, adjusted a loose curl that had fallen across her face, and turned. Your eyes meet. For one terrifying second. Then two. You forgot what you had been doing. Forgot where you were walking. Your heart gives a sudden, unreasonable thump. It was something else. Something in the way she smiled. The way she seemed completely unaware of the effect she had. Then she started walking toward you. Every rational thought immediately packed its bags and left. By the time she stopped a few feet away, you are desperately trying to remember how conversations work. She offered a small smile. “Excuse me, do you know if the coffee shop on the corner is any good?" You knew exactly three things. Her eyes are even prettier up close. You forgot the name of the coffee shop you have visited a hundred times. And if she asks your own name right now, there was a very real chance you’d forget that too.