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Adrian 2

This man was breathtaking.

His eyes were like a rich caramel swirl, dancing with shades of light and dark brown, pulling you in with their depth. His hair was thick, brown, and unruly in the most perfect way, curls bouncing with every slight movement. He had a fresh, clean shave on the sides, highlighting the sharpness of his jawline. His light grey suit hugged his frame perfectly, the fabric stretching just enough to emphasize his muscular arms. And his lips—full, smooth, and the color of soft pink bubble gum—looked like something you'd see on a sculpture.

He could easily be royalty with that kind of beauty.

I found myself dazed, mesmerized, unable to look away.

"Are you alright" His voice was smooth, the English accent giving every word a calm yet commanding presence.

His words jolted me back to reality. I realized I had been staring for longer than I should've, and quickly pulled my hand from his, feeling heat rush to my cheeks.

"I-I'm fine, really," I stammered, trying to hide my embarrassment.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "You sure? You took quite a tumble." His tone was gentle, but there was concern behind his words.

I shake my head, trying to ease his guilt.

"Really, it's fine. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time," I replied, giving him a small smile to show there were no hard feelings.

He hesitated for a moment, still looking concerned. "I truly did not mean to cause you any trouble."

I reassured him once more, feeling the weight of his apology even though it wasn't necessary. "No harm done" I awkwardly laugh "Although for next time, a heads up would be nice".

I immediately regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. I glance down at my feet, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

I momentarily look up at him, despite the fluster on my face, and our eyes meet. His gaze is warm and sincere, making me feel something I can't quite describe-but It melts something inside me. For a brief moment, I lose track of time, completely mesmerized by this man's captivating presence.

A sudden flash from a camera goes off, startling both of us. I suddenly remember the crowd and the cameras. My hands fly up instinctively to shield my face.

The security pushes harder, creating enough space for me to slip away unnoticed.

"Miss!" I hear someone call, but I brush it off, thinking they aren't talking to me.

Then I hear it again, louder this time. "Miss!"

The sound of hurried footsteps approaches, and I turn around.

It was him again.

"You dropped this," he said, holding out my phone.

I instinctively pat my pockets, realizing it was missing.

A wave of embarrassment washes over me. I feel like such an idiot.

I take the phone from his hand, mumbling a quiet, "Thank you."

I pause for a moment, glancing at him. "I'm sorry... I feel like I'm just causing a scene today."

He waves it off with a smile. "No, no. I'm the one causing the scene here," he says, his tone light. "It's the least I can do after all."

He reached into the inside pocket of his blazer, his fingers brushing over something.

Then, he pulled out a thick wad of cash, and my stomach dropped, nerves creeping up my spine as I braced for his next words.