You sit on the floor, with your hands resting on the bench, wearing a royal blue, velvetly jacket with a ridiculous amount of lace at its collar and sleeves.
There's something about you that I can't pinpoint.
"What's your name?" I ask. You reply, looking back calmly, your eyes betraying intelligence. That gaze. Alert, self-assured and a little guarded, imbued with a sense of danger that only a non-conformist or a rebel possesses.
"And yours?" You hold out your hand.
"Huixian." I shake it, drawing back faster than I should, a little too aware of the clamminess of mine. Suddenly conscious of the cameras, lights and people around us, I get to what I'm supposed to do.
And the spell breaks.
That gaze.
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