"She's looking at me," he thought.
She's ethereal.
Hypnotic.
"She's looking at me," he concludes, his mind swirling in ecstasy from the vision before him.
Chestnut tresses cascade down her back in undone curls. Her wild eyes are valiant and playful. They scintillate a deep, lustrous turquoise when caught in the light.
If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was a mermaid, foolish and beautiful, who wished for legs and now stands out as a foreign creature amongst the sea of people.
No. The way she dances tells a different story altogether. There's no pain in her steps, only elation. There's no dimness of wit in her eyes, only ingenuity.
Her presence is open, inviting. Yet no one in this club dares to approach her. Like a butterfly, she's liberated and limitless - she's free - and no one dares to touch her wings.
Her eyes steady on him, for she had been watching the dimple in his left cheek appear, disappear, then reappear.
He feels his face flush the moment she steps off the nightclub's dance floor and makes her way over to him in graceful strides.
He's sitting with four other men in a corner booth fixed on a platform about a foot high, a railing outlining the edge of the floor.
Her gaze, magnetic and binding, forces him from his seat at the booth and pulls him towards the railing, the only object now separating them.
A brilliant smile flashes across her face, revealing a dimple in her right cheek.
Serendipity.
She extends her petite, polished hand towards him, and he looks down upon her and reaches out a large hand in return.
"I'm Arabella."
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