That day at the bar, she saw him first which was how she knew that he was staring at her. She wasn't stupid to the point of her marrying a complete stranger.
She had first noticed him when he gently walked in and sat at a corner. Her first impression of him was handsome. He was just too good looking. It was as though she hadn't seen handsome men before. But she had her fair share of them in Russia but somehow he seemed different.
It wasn't just about his beauty but the way he tried to avoid looking everywhere but her. She could see that even when he pretended to focus else where, his peripheral vision was focused on her. How could she not something that subtly when she had had to watch peoples expressions her whole life.
She ordered another drink and gulped it. She was contemplating going over to meet him when he walked over to the bar and asked for a drink. It was her perfect opportunity.
