Heads turned, eyes locking onto his chiseled features, his dark hair perfectly styled, his piercing gaze scanning the room. The crowd parted like a curtain, revealing a path to the bar.
Nao, mesmerized by the sudden commotion, watched as Karis approached him. Their eyes met, Nao felt a connection like a spark of electricity, crackling with tension.
The music seemed to fade into the background as Karis took a seat at the bar, his eyes never leaving Nao's face. "Whiskey sour, please," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down Nao's spine.