**Zelene**
I watched Damian leave, his tall frame disappearing through the back door of the bar. My heart was still racing from our conversation. There was something about him that felt... different. He was mysterious, yes, but there was also a warmth to him that I couldn’t quite place. And the way he looked at me—like I was the only person in the room—made me feel both exposed and safe at the same time.
Dalia plopped back down in her seat, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Okay, spill. What was that about? You two looked like you were in your little world.”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Nothing. He’s just... interesting.”
“Interesting?” Dalia raised an eyebrow. “Zel, he’s more than interesting. He’s hot. And he’s into you. Did you see the way he was looking at you? Like you were t
