From that day on, Faidra felt that something had changed within her. Lampis was not just a passerby. His image, the feeling of his presence, followed her everywhere. In every café she visited, in every street she walked, her eyes searched for him. It was as if a need to see him again, to get to know him, had been etched into her soul.
Faidra felt as though something inside her had broken. Her life, with its usual routine and familiar safety, suddenly seemed empty without him. She didn't know much about Lampis - she had barely caught his name from a fleeting conversation overheard at nearby tables. But what she did know was that she wanted him in her life.
Her friends mocked her. "Why are you looking for him, Faidra? He's just an uneducated gambler, a lost cause!" they said. "And he only brings trouble with him." But she didn't listen. In her eyes, Lampis wasn't what others said about him. He was something else, something that drew her like a magnet, despite the rumors about his past.
She searched for him everywhere. In every gambling house , even in the most suspicious places she would have never dared to step foot in before. Every time she passed by gambling dens, she would stop and look from the outside with a strange mix of fear and hope. She knew she would find him, sooner or later.