"I'm not familiar with him; I don't have his contact information."
Besides her name, Miya Ford knew nothing about Emma, her intuition telling her they were not from the same world and it was best they had no interaction whatsoever.
*****
Emma came to audit the class again, as usual, sitting next to Miya Ford.
He didn't talk much, always appeared laid-back and confident, like a hunter who had set his traps and was just waiting to ensnare his prey, occasionally setting his gaze on his target.
After class, Miya Ford didn't leave immediately; she had something serious to say, "Your presence is troubling me, please don't come here anymore."
Emma wasn't angry, instead she made a condition, "Promise me one thing." The sun shone directly into his eyes, his pupils like fine Amber, cool-toned, hard, piercing, "Break up with your boyfriend."
It seemed like he was playing a game without rules or commitment, his moves dictated solely by his mood.