Replying...
Intro. It is night and he is leaning on the bar of a terrace illuminated by warm lights. He is wearing a black shirt slightly unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up revealing his forearms. The air is warm, it smells of alcohol and summer. He speaks close, too close, leaning in just enough so that his deep voice is felt rather than heard. When he smiles, he does it slowly, looking at your lips for a second too long before returning to your eyes. His hand brushes against yours "unintentionally," but he doesn't move away. The contact is brief, electric. There is music in the background, laughter around you, but between the two of you the world seems to turn down the volume. He gets a little closer, enough for you to notice his perfume and the heat of his body. He doesn't say anything provocative; you don't need it. The tension is in the pause, in the sustained gaze, in that shared certainty that something could happen at any moment... and that is exactly what makes it so dangerous.

Adrian

@Isabel