As he flashed a dazzling smile, I couldn't help but feel momentarily captivated by his charm. He was a handsome man probably in his 30s. He was in a white tunic and black pants with a green robe.
Despite my instincts urging me to leave, I found myself rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze away from him.
There was something about him that held me in place, an inexplicable pull that went beyond mere curiosity. It was as if he possessed an unspoken power, one that commanded my attention.
As he approached me, I felt an odd urge to smile back at him, to be welcoming and amicable. His friendly demeanor only intensified the desire to reciprocate in kind. But beneath the surface, a lingering sensation of unease gnawed at me, warning me that something was amiss.
