A man sat at the minibar, slowly swirling the wine in his glass. His face held a mysterious expression, with a charming smile playing on his lips. His mind wandered, imagining someone who kept appearing in his thoughts.
"Olivia," he whispered softly, smiling as he envisioned the woman with that name. He looked like a man deeply in love. Her name escaped his lips a few more times, but she wasn't there with him.
The man played with the glass in his hand, displaying the unmistakable mannerisms of someone smitten by love. He was so intoxicated by his emotions that he didn't care about the other statuses the woman named Olivia might have.
"I love your scent, you incredibly beautiful woman. You've captured my heart, Olivia. Yes, I want you, Olivia," the man murmured, picturing the woman's face. He placed the wine glass down and asked the bartender to refill it.
