Mikhail
I couldn't stop seeing her and it was driving me insane. Before that night, Natasha had been practically invisible to me.
She was just another face in the crowd, someone I would nod at in passing but never really notice, but now, she was everywhere I looked, and I couldn't understand how I had missed her before.
How had I never noticed the way she moved, graceful and fluid like water? The curve of her neck when she tilted her head to listen to someone? The way she bit her lower lip when she was concentrating?
I found myself tracking her movements without meaning to. I would be in the middle of a conversation and lose my train of thought because I had spotted her across the room.
I would catch myself staring at her hands, remembering how they had felt on my skin and her nail
