"Hey, Travis! Why don't you..." He heard someone call his name, but he ignored him, pretending he did not notice. Instead, he continued to walk, searching for someone in particular.
Until—
His eyes locked in. His target was in sight.
There she was, with her innocent doe eyes, looking like helpless prey against his irresistible charm. Well, at least that was how he wanted to picture her.
But in truth, it was the opposite. The woman seemed immune to his charisma as she continued to ward off his advances.
Nevertheless, she was still the person he sought, the object of his desire and insanity mixed into one. He guessed if he had a kryptonite, she was it.
His weakness.
He would not proclaim her as the most beautiful woman in the world, but he admitted his eyes seemed to see only her.
