Chris
I can sense she is near way before I see her. Wolves have this amazing sense of smell, but we do too. I keep seeing her at places like this. Right now she is walking towards me, our eyes meet even though we are surrounded by hundreds of strangers, dancing to the loud music.
She is dressed in a short, black dress and her hair is wet, sticking to her face. She’s been dancing. She also looks beautiful, comfortable in her skin unlike so many people I’ve met.
“Are you following me?” Stella smiles as she comes to stand before me. She’s taken off her shoes- she’s been dancing barefoot. Normally Stella wears high-heels but now that she is without them I am reminded how petite she is, in fact.
“I think you are the one who is following me.” I lean towards her, speaking very close to he
