The meeting and encounter.

The city streets were always bubbling with great positive energy, and the sounds of laughter and music spilled out onto the streets.

Irene walked around with ease and elegance, her long, blond hair blowing behind her like a cloak. She had always loved the city especially how it looks first thing in the morning, the way it seemed to pulse with a rhythm on its own.

As she turned around, Irene collided with a tall, handsome figure. Apologetic, she looked up to meet the gaze of a stranger with piercing brown eyes, handsome cheeks with a well formed face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, her cheeks flushing side by side with embarrassment.

The handsome stranger smiled."No harm done," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down Irene's spine.

As they stood there, Irene felt a spark of attraction that she couldn't ignore. But before she could even process it, the stranger turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Irene watched him go, having deep feelings of disappointment. Who was that mysterious person and why did she feel like she'd just missed something important? Was this love at first sight?

Shrugging off the feeling, Irene continued on her way, but she couldn't shake the sense that her life was about to change in ways she couldn't yet imagine.

She was totally in love with a man she just met.

Well, few days later, Irene was out in a shopping mall, picking and sorting out items she needed, just when she reached for a pack of assorted snacks, another hand from behind her, reached for the same and it dropped down to the floor. Both of them bent down for a pick up and their heads collided. "You can have it and I'll get another one", the stranger said to the lady which happened to be Irene, she raised her head and eyes up, only to see the same handsome, mysterious stranger she had met few days back, looking even more ravishing and glowing.

Irene's heartbeat paused for a while as the young stranger stretched out his hands to her for a handshake, it was as if time itself had stopped leaving only the both of them in a world of their own. She reached out with her own hands to him, " I'm Henry" he said and Irene replied back with her name. She could not stop looking at Henry for a minute even though she felt and noticed that there was something off about him and She couldn't quite figure it out yet.

The following day, Irene got herself beautifully dressed, her body was well fixed in a body con gown with lovely heels on, every corner and part of her body stood out elegantly, her long hair and makeup so topnotch that it left every one who passed by her, turn to stare a second time.

Well, she had to be on a date with a certain man she met on an app for blind dates. She waited for half an hour until Henry stepped in, walked towards her and they exchanged pleasantries, he claimed to also be on a particular date with someone which he came for.

Why does Henry seem to be telling lies? She thought to herself.

As she sat, she waited and kept waiting but her date didn't show up, he sent a text message canceling their planned date. Out of frustration, Irene bursted out in tears, was she crying because the date got cancelled or was she crying because she needed Henry's attention? Well, her outburst definitely drew Henry closer, he rushed at her and he just held her tight and began to wipe her face with a neatly scented white handkerchief he had in his possession. The handkerchief was one thing but the main thing was how sweet Henry's cologne scented, his warm embrace and scent send down loving and lovable signals to Irene, despite her cries, she could not help but keep staring deeply at his lips and imagining a kiss scene between them, she was helplessly craving for more and more touches from Henry, until some other thoughts interrupted her, why was Henry actually in the same place as she was? Why was Henry's date yet to show up as well? Did his date also cancel on him, like hers did? Was Henry stalking her? Is there more to who Henry was? Alot of thoughts with no definite answers to them just yet and she knew she had to be extremely careful and immediately the loving attraction she felt towards him changed and she began to see deceit written all over his face, his beautiful eyes looked like a lot of lies were stored in them. "What could these be, and how can I clear my doubts about Henry?" Irene asked herself and was puzzled about what she feels for Henry, was it love? Or not love?

Now, she knew she has to be much more careful and she needed to truly get to know Henry for herself so she won't jump into conclusions.