Alice didn't know him, but there was something about those ocean blue eyes that made her feel a strange sense of connection, as if she had glimpsed a piece of his soul in that fleeting moment. Despite the unfamiliarity, she couldn't help but be drawn to the depth and intensity of his gaze. It was like looking into a world of untold stories and hidden emotions, sparking a curiosity within her that she couldn't quite explain.
She was still staring at him shamelessly, her thoughts a chaotic storm swirling in her mind. What was he thinking? Did he even realize how electric this moment felt? She took in the lines of his face, the way his brow furrowed slightly, as if he were lost in a maze of his own thoughts.
The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, and she was caught in a tug-of-war between the urge to fill it with words and the desire to savor the stillness. There was something intoxicating about this shared silence, a connection that felt almost palpable. She wondered if he felt the same tension she did, the kind that made her heart race and her palms slightly clammy.
What if he was hiding something deep within? What could he have possibly done to put him in this kind of mess, what was swirling in his mind? A flicker of anxiety coursed through her at the thought, but she quickly pushed it aside. Instead, she focused on the way his eyes flickered toward her, searching for something—answers, perhaps, or maybe just a sense of reassurance.
In that moment, she understood that sometimes, the unspoken words carried more weight than anything that could be articulated. She longed for him to speak, for his voice to break the silence. She knew it would be the most heavenly sound.
'Ugghh Alice, when did you become such a freak . Snap out of it' she thought, internally scolding herself for having such unhealthy thoughts.
It was a delicate balance, this intricate dance of emotions. Feeling to overwhelmed she took a step backward. She wasn't used to this, she wasn't used to being in front of handsome men, especially ones this handsome .
He seemed to have noticed the little movement as his brows furrowed, but he just brushed it off.
As time ticked by, she realized that the silence was not just an absence of sound; it was a canvas upon which their emotions could paint a deeper connection. She considered the possibility that he might be waiting for her to take the first step, to break the barrier of silence . The thought made her pulse quicken.
She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle around them like a warm blanket.
With every passing second, she felt the tension shift .
After what felt like an eternity of him keeping to himself , it seemed he had made up his mind on what to say- or ask -, as he broke the silence, asking
"Who are you? "