The Calculated Glance

The city is loud, but the silence between us? That’s deafening. I turn just enough to let my smile catch your eye before you even realize you were looking for me in this crowd of strangers.

Black silk against gray stone; it's a classic setup, isn't it? The way the autumn leaves are dying on those trees mirrors exactly how slowly you're melting into my orbit. I don’t need to speak yet. My eyes say enough: *I know what you want.*

I catch myself adjusting that silver hoop—my little anchor while your gaze lingers, burning a path down from the curve of my neck to where this dress hugs tightest at the waist.

There it is again—that split-second hesitation in your step. You’re trying to decide if I’m just scenery or something you want to keep close forever?

I’ll wait another heartbeat before turning back around... maybe two more, until you finally snap and come closer.

Editor: Danger Zone