The man in front of me withered under my stares. He had been avoiding looking straight at me ever since earlier. He would either look at my forehead, or somewhere behind my head, and sometimes not at all. It was both funny and irritating.
It was not a common thing for a person to not look at me when we talk or converse. Most of the people around me avoid meeting my eyes, and if they did, they would always be the ones to look away. Only a couple of them could directly do it, and I meant my family. And Wynter… Wynter had never hesitated to stare at me in the eyes even from the first time that we met. She is… strange.
A frown marred my face when my mind got filled with images of her. This is also a normal occurrence to me now, being suddenly distracted from thinking about her. There was a time when I was in the middle of a board meeting, and my thoughts would slowly drift away until I found myself being mindful of that woman.
