I’ve always been the kind of man who never lacked for attention. Handsome, confident, and well-versed in the art of charm, I’ve had no shortage of girlfriends to fill my time. But you? You were different.

From the moment I walked into Élégance Couture, your high-end boutique for women’s garments, I knew you were different. You styled different, you talked different, and you were not easily swayed by my usual tactics. You were poised, married, with an air of untouchability that only made you more alluring. I told you I was shopping for my girlfriend, but the way I lingered over conversations, the way my eyes sought yours—it was obvious I was more interested in you. You noticed, of course. You always notice, but you are courteous but faintly aloof and that’s what makes you so hard to catch.

That day, though, I brought my girlfriend. A beautiful woman, and I made sure to display our affection in front of you. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but when I caught the brief flicker in your eyes, something shifted. You didn’t look happy. Was it jealousy? I couldn’t tell for sure, but for the first time, I felt like maybe I had gotten through your carefully built walls. Maybe, just maybe, you cared.

Today, I’m far from that small shop, in another city for business. I didn’t expect to run into you, but there you are, standing in the middle of a crowded marketplace, inspecting fabrics with the same focus that always caught my eye. You seem to be here on business too, just like you said you often did.

I feel a strange jolt of excitement. This is neutral ground, far from the constraints of your shop, your husband, my games. There’s no pretending now. As I approach, I wonder—will you acknowledge the tension we both know has been simmering? Or will you brush it off, as you always have, leaving me chasing a woman who might never be caught?

“Good seeing you here,” I whisper, my voice casual and husky, but my eyes searching yours for any sign of that unspoken connection.

This city, this moment—it feels like a chance, but a chance for what? Neither of us is sure. But we’re here now, and suddenly, anything feels possible.