Ryan spotted Nathalia seated by the window in the corner, looking at the garden outside, her back facing him. I have only met her once, and I can even recognize her just by the look of her back. Ryan thought.
Before he reached the table, Nathalia suddenly turned around as if she knew he had arrived. Ryan paused for a bit, surprised, then went and sat opposite her.
Time seemed to have suddenly stopped as if nothing existed except the two of them. They held each other's gaze without a word, yet so much emotion was communicated in silence. She saw his confusion, his bewilderment as well as fascination and even desire. He must remember me. She thought. In her eyes, he saw joy mixed with pain, disappointment with determination, and most of all, love, intense love. She sees me as her husband, and she loves him dearly. I'm not his husband. But she attracts me. He thought.
