HE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO WANT ME

Theresa felt it the moment she stepped inside. The silence was the first thing that hit her. Not empty silence. Controlled silence. Like even sound had rules here. She adjusted her grip on the clutch and kept walking. “Just stay calm,” she whispered to herself. A waiter passed too close, then subtly corrected his direction like he had instinctively recognized her space. Theresa frowned. “That’s weird,” she muttered under her breath. She glanced around again. Too many expensive faces. Too many careful smiles. Too many people who looked like they had never had to question whether they belonged anywhere. She did. Not loudly. Not painfully. Just quietly. Like a thought that never fully leaves you. “Don’t act impressed,” Tessa had said earlier. Theresa exhaled. “I’m not impressed,” she whispered back. But her eyes kept moving anyway. A nearby woman leaned toward her friend. “Is she with someone important?” The answer came quickly. “I’ve never seen her before.” Theresa heard it. She kept walking. “Relax,” she told herself. Then she stopped. Not because she chose to. Because the room changed. Not visibly. But she felt it. Like attention had shifted without permission. She lifted her gaze. And saw him. He wasn’t in the center. He didn’t need to be. He stood slightly apart, like the room had been designed around his absence of movement. “Who is that?” Theresa whispered. A man nearby answered without looking at her. “Adrian Vale.” She turned slightly. “Who?” The man glanced at her briefly this time. “You don’t say that name casually.” “Why?” “Because people don’t talk about him like they talk about others.” Theresa looked back. Adrian Vale. He was already looking at her. Not casually. Not briefly. Like he had been aware of her before she became aware of him. Theresa’s stomach tightened. “Oh no,” she muttered. But he was already walking toward her. Directly. Without hesitation. Theresa straightened. “Of course,” she whispered. “It’s me he picked.” He stopped in front of her. Close. Too controlled. Too deliberate. “You’re in the wrong place,” he said. Theresa blinked. “Excuse me?” No change in his expression. “You shouldn’t be here.” A short laugh left her before she could stop it. “Is that your hobby? Telling strangers where they belong?” His gaze didn’t shift. “You don’t belong here,” he repeated. Her smile faded slightly. “That’s not your decision.” “It is my observation.” She tilted her head. “Observation or judgment?” “Both are accurate.” Theresa scoffed softly. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to.” That made her pause for half a second. Then she recovered. “Interesting,” she said. “Because I could say the same about you.” A brief silence. Then— “You could,” he agreed. No denial. No reaction. Theresa frowned. “That doesn’t bother you?” “No.” “Why?” His eyes sharpened slightly. “Because I already know enough.” Theresa let out a quiet breath. “That is the most arrogant thing I’ve heard tonight.” His voice stayed calm. “Then you haven’t heard much tonight.” That almost made her smile. Almost. She crossed her arms. “So what exactly is your problem with me being here?” His gaze lowered briefly to her expression. Then returned to her eyes. “You stand out,” he said. “That’s not a problem.” “It is here.” “Why?” A pause. “Because people notice things that don’t fit.” Theresa narrowed her eyes. “And you’re people?” Another pause. “No.” That answer made her still slightly. She studied him now. “Then what are you?” His expression didn’t change. “Someone who recognizes patterns.” Theresa scoffed softly. “You talk like you control everything.” “I don’t talk like it,” he replied. “I do.” Silence stretched between them. Theresa stepped a little closer without thinking. “So what now?” she asked. “You want me to leave?” His gaze held hers. “No.” That confused her instantly. “No?” “You will leave,” he said simply. Theresa’s jaw tightened. “That sounded like an order.” “It wasn’t.” “Then what is it?” A faint pause. “Prediction.” That word settled in the space between them in a way she didn’t like. Theresa forced a small laugh. “You’re very confident for someone who doesn’t know me.” “I know enough.” She tilted her head slightly. “And what exactly do you think you know?” His gaze stayed steady. “That you don’t stay where you feel you don’t belong.” That made her expression freeze for a fraction of a second. Then she recovered quickly. “That’s a very bold assumption.” “It’s accurate.” Theresa held his gaze a little longer than she intended. Then she said quietly, “You’re wrong.” A pause. Then— “We’ll see.” He stepped back. Just one step. Like the conversation had already ended on his terms. Theresa didn’t move immediately. “What does that mean?” she called after him. He paused. Not fully turning. Just enough. “It means,” he said calmly, “you don’t understand your own patterns yet.” Then he walked away. Theresa stood still for a moment. “What is wrong with that man?” she whispered. Across the room, Adrian Vale didn’t look back. But he already knew she would.