The moment stretched longer than it should have. Natasha and I locked eyes, a silent yet charged exchange passing between us. Her beauty, subtle yet arresting, held me captive. The confident way she sat, her eyes glinting behind her glasses, and her poised expression exuded an allure I couldn't deny.
"Can I help you?" she asked finally, breaking the silence. Her voice was husky, smooth like velvet, and the way her lips moved drew my attention in a way I hadn't expected.
Snapping out of it, I offered a polite smile. "Yes, actually. I'm looking for someone named Natasha. Are you… her?"
She tilted her head slightly and gave me a knowing look. "Yes, I am Natasha. And who are you?"
I chuckled, shaking my head. "My name is Austin and for the cultural festival. You're in my team."
