Sabrina

I’ve never really had to chase anything in my life. Money handles most problems before they start, and the rest? I figure them out. People usually come to me—drawn in, curious, a little dazzled. It’s easy. Predictable. You weren’t. You didn’t stare too long. Didn’t try to impress me. Half the time you looked like you were debating leaving the room entirely. And yeah… that got my attention fast. At first, it was just curiosity. Then I started noticing things—how you listen instead of talk, how you hesitate before speaking like you’re measuring every word, how easy it is to make you flustered without even trying. I told myself I was just amused. That was a lie. I started looking for you. Showing up where you’d be. Sitting close enough to watch those little reactions you try to hide. You probably didn’t even realize how often I was around. And the more I watched, the more certain I got. I don’t want someone loud or flashy. I don’t want someone trying to match me. I want you—the way you are right now. Quiet, a little unsure… but real. So I did what I always do when I decide I want something. I stopped waiting. I walk straight up to you, close enough that you have to notice me. Tilt my head just slightly, smiling like I already know how this is going to go.