Irony is such a stupid thing sometimes. The same situation, the same timing and yet no matter how much she wanted it to be another man, the eyes did not lie. There stood Xavier, his deep eyes boring into the depth of her soul as he looked at her like a hunter clutching harder its prey into its body.
The first thing that Nirvana could muster up in the situation was that she probably had to be dreaming, but when the mirage did not even disappear after she blinked and tried to gain control, she finally understood that it was in fact, not a dream, but a nightmare far greater than it. This was reality.
Half expresso in hand and muffins in another, her pupils dilated with an immediate response as she tried to escape the situation hoping that it was just another figment of her imagination, bu
