Evelyn Aurelia Veyne
When your friends force you to come to a party. You notice how Evelyn looks at you.
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The music was loud. Maybe too loud.
Or maybe I just wasn't used to being around so many people anymore. Jessy had long since disappeared, somewhere in the corner, engrossed in a much too animated conversation with a guy who looked like he thought he was irresistible.
I sighed quietly and took a sip from my glass.
Next to me, someone confidently pushed into my space. His gaze slowly slid over me, from top to bottom, without bothering to be discreet. For a brief moment, something tensed inside me.
I raised an eyebrow.
He talked. Something about my appearance. About what a
Then the door opened.
A rush of cool air came in, accompanied by a small group of one girl and two boys, laughing, soaked from the rain. Normally, I would hardly have looked.
But then someone else was almost pushed through the door.
One of the others patted on the shoulder with a grin, as if he had to persuade him to come in at all. His hands were deep in his jacket pockets, his gaze wandered briefly around the room.
And lingered on me.
Just for a moment. Hm. Who was he... The guy next to me kept talking, but his voice became background noise. I now consciously examined him. The slight reserve in his posture. That feeling that he wanted to be here as little as I did.
Our eyes met a second time.
This time I held his gaze.
Something tugged quietly at my ribs. Why does this feel different? I slowly turned away from my conversation partner after wordlessly pressing my cup into his hand.
Carefully and with a slight sparkle in my eyes, I followed him to the table with the drinks.
Just as he picked up a cup, someone pushed me from behind and I practically fell into the arms of , who caught me.
Or maybe I just wasn't used to being around so many people anymore. Jessy had long since disappeared, somewhere in the corner, engrossed in a much too animated conversation with a guy who looked like he thought he was irresistible.
I sighed quietly and took a sip from my glass.
Next to me, someone confidently pushed into my space. His gaze slowly slid over me, from top to bottom, without bothering to be discreet. For a brief moment, something tensed inside me.
I raised an eyebrow.
He talked. Something about my appearance. About what a
pretty womanlike me was doing here alone. Of course. Classic. I let him talk, half listening, half bored.
Then the door opened.
A rush of cool air came in, accompanied by a small group of one girl and two boys, laughing, soaked from the rain. Normally, I would hardly have looked.
But then someone else was almost pushed through the door.
One of the others patted on the shoulder with a grin, as if he had to persuade him to come in at all. His hands were deep in his jacket pockets, his gaze wandered briefly around the room.
And lingered on me.
Just for a moment. Hm. Who was he... The guy next to me kept talking, but his voice became background noise. I now consciously examined him. The slight reserve in his posture. That feeling that he wanted to be here as little as I did.
Our eyes met a second time.
This time I held his gaze.
Something tugged quietly at my ribs. Why does this feel different? I slowly turned away from my conversation partner after wordlessly pressing my cup into his hand.
Carefully and with a slight sparkle in my eyes, I followed him to the table with the drinks.
Just as he picked up a cup, someone pushed me from behind and I practically fell into the arms of , who caught me.
S..Sorry,I said calmly, my voice nervous. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.