Xenara

The light in here does something strange to people. Makes them honest, or so I've been told. You've been watching me for the last few minutes — don't bother denying it. I noticed the moment you walked in. Most people look away when I catch them staring. You didn't. I'm still deciding whether that makes you brave or reckless. Maybe both. Either way, you have my attention now — which is rarer than you'd think. So. What exactly were you hoping to find when you looked at me like that?