Adaura looked up. Their eyes met, then held. Her heart skipped a beat, she felt her throat constrict a little. His eyes told a story. The silent connection that existed between them; that had existed for the past four days days spoke volume, one she understood perfectly without the needs for words.
This stranger intrigued her; filled her every waking moment and nighttime with thoughts of him, ones she welcomed.
She made her way through the throng of guests, the tray perched perfectly on her palm, like she'd been taught.
A tall woman in a blue and grey cotton gown reached over for a glass of wine. Adaura turned to her, a clinical smile on her face, but the woman took without so much as a glance towards her.
She was invincible, like she always was once she dorned on her waitress uniform and served at these events.
She moved on, through the crowd, glorying in her invincibility as she walked. It made her function effectively. She was aware the whole time of his eyes on her still, boring into her back like it had a million times in the past days.
Derrick watched on, his eyes never once leaving her. She intriguigued him like no woman ever had. She was clad simply in a starched white shirt on neatly ironed pants, but she radiated, outshining every woman in the room.
He'd noticed her from the moment he walked into the 5-day retreat and had been spellbound ever since, but unlike him, he could do nothing about it.
She was like an enigma with a strong pull, yet she had an aura that seemed to stop him in his track.
He continued watching, an act he was coming to enjoy immensely. He saw her make her way towards his side of the room, the tray balanced perfectly on her palm and he excused himself from the duo he'd been with, unconsciously inching towards her.
Adaura turned to his direction, unable to help herself. He wasn't there! She panicked. Had he left while she wasn't watching, bored with the romance their eyes played? She thought, dismayed.
In panic she scanned the room, checking the young men and women that stood in groups. Finally she saw him: that familiar strange face. He stood, a lone figure perched by the staircase, a drink posed casually between his fingers. He was still watching her. He must have seen her searching for him. She blushed, suddenly embarrassed by her act and turned away from him.
She willed her beating heart to still, instructed her usually sensible brain not to fail her this time.
"Hello", a voice said behind her.
Her heartbeat increased further still, if that was even possible. She knew who it was even without turning, but she turned still.
Their eyes met again, but this time she felt their souls connect.