At Gina’s
In the dimly lit corridor of Gina’s, Anastasia and Benedict stood frozen, their eyes locked in an electric moment. Both were taken aback, not only by the unexpected collision but by the undeniable allure radiating from one another. To Benedict, this captivating stranger stirred something profound within him—a burning desire flickering just beneath the surface. Yet, instead of embracing that warmth, irritation surged to the forefront, deflecting the awkwardness of their encounter.
“You might want to pay closer attention next time,” he snapped, his tone laced with arrogance.
Ana raised an eyebrow, her expression unyielding. “And I suppose you were watching where you were going?”
Benedict narrowed his eyes, annoyance and surprise flickering across his face. “I wasn’t the one cha
