Boudoir Glamour Inc. #77

It is important to remember that the building was full. Full of people that were hoping to get a good look at the historical art display.

In that sea of people, I was transfixed. Caught helpless in a gaze with a beautiful young woman.

It was that effect of me being unaware of people that cleared my head. I was jostled by a passing child.

Immediately, I realized my lapse. I was staring at her. That was why she looked back at me without any reservation.

I dropped my eyes and shuffled along with the crowd towards to center. I shook my head lightly, reproaching myself for the staring I had done.

My eyes looking more to the floor, I caught up with in my breathing. A little ashamed.

But then she was right in front of me. I did not expect that at all. The flow of the crowd would have made it impossible.

But there she was. Tiling her head down and sideways upward to regain our eye contact.

I was almost certain she was going bring a rebuke for my offense. Staring at her before.

I muttered incoherent apologies in an insecure way, until our mutual gaze resumed the second time.

Then the world became still a second time. Just her and I in the hall.

How do you explain the effect of being dizzy. The world rotating around you. Within tantalizing reach of someone looking back. Not touching at all. No sound of breath, just a flow of your heart pounding.

When the sigh passed between us, our faces leaned towards each other.

It was then moment of delusion was broken. Seven men in black suits and blackened glasses surrounded me. Forcing the woman and I apart.

At that instant, their words were unintelligible. Accents made it hard to understand.

One of them was most urgent. Poking a finger to my chest and repeating a second time.

"It would be very bad for you.. to touch this woman. We would see to it."