Max
While I was waiting for the man to hear what he had to say.
He looked at Lila, with a smile, and walked past us.
However, Lila gazed at him, while they gazed at each other. "Do you know him?" I asked. "Me?" Lila was surprised to hear me asking her. "I don't think we met before." She responded, and didn't pay any attention to his gaze.
He paused, "See you later, Lila." He left.
"Lila, I think I need to go now." "Take care of yourself." "I will," she responded. I walked away.
The city lights blurred as I drove home, the silence in the car somehow louder than the chaos of the gala had been.
My mind kept circling back to Lila—her face, her voice, the way she looked at me tonight. There was something different about her, but maybe the real difference was in me.
For a long time, my affection for Lila seemed like a primal, urgent emotion.
