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I told myself I wouldn't look for him again.
That was the plan.
A simple one. Foolproof, even.
Go about my day. Mind my business. Forget the strange, unnecessary moment we shared yesterday. Because that's all it was—a moment. It didn't mean anything.
It couldn't.
And yet, the second I stepped into the room, my eyes betrayed me.
They searched.
Not obviously—I wasn't that reckless. I kept my expression neutral, my movements casual, like I wasn't scanning every corner, every face, every—
There.
Him.
My stomach dropped in the most annoying way.
He was exactly where he had been yesterday, like he hadn't moved, like he had always been there and I just hadn't noticed until now. Leaning back slightly, one arm resting lazily, looking completely at ease.
Like he belonged.
Like I didn't.
I quickly looked away.
Too quickly.
Get it together.
I moved to my usual spot, pretending everything was normal, pretending I hadn't just felt that same strange pull again. But it was there. Subtle, quiet… persistent.
Like a thought I couldn't quite shake.
I tried to focus on literally anything else. My phone. My bag. The faint noise around me. Anything that didn't involve him.
It worked.
For about thirty seconds.
Then I felt it.
That same feeling from yesterday.
Being watched.
I kept my head down at first, stubbornly refusing to give in. But curiosity is a dangerous thing—it builds, it presses, it wins.
Slowly, against my better judgment, I looked up.
And there he was.
Already looking at me.
Like he'd been waiting for it.
My breath caught, just slightly.
This time, I didn't look away immediately.
I don't know why.
Maybe I was trying to prove something—to myself, to him, to whatever this weird tension was. Maybe I just didn't want to be the first one to break again.
Or maybe…
Maybe I wanted to see what he would do.
His expression didn't change much. Still calm. Still unreadable. But there was something different in his eyes this time. Something more certain.
Like yesterday hadn't been an accident.
Like this wasn't either.
My fingers tightened slightly around my phone.
This was ridiculous.
We hadn't spoken. Didn't know each other. There was no reason for this silent… whatever it was. No reason for the way my pulse picked up or the way my thoughts kept slipping out of focus.
And yet—
He tilted his head. Just slightly.
A small movement. Barely noticeable.
But it felt intentional.
Like a question.
Or maybe a challenge.
My heart skipped in a way I absolutely refused to acknowledge.
Don't engage.
That voice in my head was louder now. Clearer.
Smarter.
But my body didn't seem to care.
Because instead of looking away like I should have…
I held his gaze.
Just for a second longer.
And that was all it took.
The corner of his mouth lifted again—just like yesterday.
That same almost-smile.
And suddenly, it didn't feel harmless anymore.
It felt like the beginning of something.
Something I already knew I shouldn't be part of.
I looked away first.
Again.
But this time, it didn't feel like I had won.
It felt like I had already lost something.
Something small.
Something invisible.
Something I wouldn't understand until much later.
And somehow, deep down, I already knew—
This wasn't going to stop here.