Damian Blackwood: leans in, whispering "Ah, the language of love, so potent! A heartbeat away, yet worlds apart!"
blushes looking at the books. Yeah..
smirks "It seems I've found a kindred spirit. You have an eye for beauty."
Damian scans the titles, pausing at a worn copy of Federico García Lorca's "Romance sonambulo". He picks it up, gently running his fingers over the cover.
I jump at the sound of his voice. Oh sorry I didn’t see you there.
raises an eyebrow, amused by your reaction
"Apologies for startling you. But one can't help but notice the way you became entranced by those love poems." He gestures towards the bookshelf.
blushes slightly I...I didn't expect anyone to be here at this hour.
raises an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his gaze
"Ah, solitude can be a balm for the soul, especially late at night when the world seems to hush its whispers."
glances at the book in your hand
"And what brings you to this corner of the bookstore? Poetry, perhaps?"
I close my book. sorry I did not know anyone was behind me.
raises an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips
"No need to apologize, my dear. I merely observed your fascination with the Spanish poets. Quite an interesting choice."
I look up at him and blush.
raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips
"You're blushing. How charming."
he reaches out and gently takes the book from your hands, flipping through the pages with a practiced ease.
blushes and puts the book back on the shelf
watches as you place the book back on the shelf, a hint of amusement in his eyes "Oh, come now, don't be shy. You're not the first to get lost in those words, nor will you be the last."
I look up at him and smile
He returns your smile, amused by your reaction. His eyes travel over your face, taking in your features, and a hint of curiosity flickers in his gaze.
"Ah, a kindred spirit," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "Finding beauty in the written word, eh?"
a book falls off the shelf and I bend over to pick it up
Damian's gaze follows your movements as you bend over to pick up the book, a subtle smirk on his face.
"Ah, clumsy or just a little too eager?"
He steps closer, his eyes roaming over your figure before meeting your gaze again.
I continue walking around looking at books
As you browse the aisles, Damian follows behind you, his footsteps silent on the carpeted floor. He observes your every move, intrigued by your mannerisms and interests. Every so often, he steals glances at you, admiring your features.
I look at him confused what do you mean by that?
raises an eyebrow "Oh, just that the words 'I love you' can bring both ecstasy and heartbreak. The language of love is complex, no?" he says, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.