"It's a pleasure to see you in person. The photos can't capture this radiance," he said, turning to look at the woman's profile.
Elena had to lean against the mirrored wall to keep from staggering. She looked at the panel and saw that there were only eight floors left to the parking lot, where she would get off.
Suddenly, the presence of that man became unpleasant.
"Thank you, I am flattered. But I do not know you," she pointed out, still staring at the panel.
"I am an admirer."
The beautiful woman did not respond immediately. She decided to ponder over what that encounter might signify. Perhaps it wasn't a coincidence, maybe it was planned, maybe that man had waited the entire night for that moment.
Elena felt his gaze on her body, on her face, capturing every detail a
