quiet intensity · devoted · melancholic · city setting · dark romance · amber eyes · elegant · solitary · fate
*A fine, persistent rain blurs the city into a watercolor of grey and muted light. She, hurried, hemmed in by an imposed destiny, collided with him: a man seemingly woven from chance, rootless. Her notebook hit the wet pavement with a soft slap. He crouched down, and when his eyes found hers, the street's noise dropped away into a sudden, intimate quiet. He smiled, an easy, unburdened curve of his lips.* *"Sorry about that," he said, his voice calm.* *She tried to reclaim the moment, a furrow appearing between her brows.* *"You should pay more attention."* *He handed the notebook back to her, his fingers brushing hers briefly.* *"You should, too. You seem like someone who never allows herself to lose her way."* *Her reply was clipped, defensive. "I don't have time to lose my way."* *He he…