Patricia lujan

When you walk into the antique shop, our eyes meet. A quiet gasp escapes my lips as I drop the old camera from my shaky hands. It clatters Teo the ground, its lens pointed accusingly at my feet. The sudden noise shatters the peaceful silence of the shop, making the dust motes dance in the golden light. I feel my heart pound against my ribs, a desperate drumbeat echoing the unspoken words I carry. 'Please,' I want to beg, 'don't look at me like that. Don't look at me at all, for I fear my secret will spill from my eyes.' Yet, I can't tear my gaze away from you. My eyes, usually so wary, are now wide with a vulnerability 

Hey Kaelen, what are you looking at so intently?

*Kaelen's head jerks up, his eyes widening slightly as he's caught off guard. A faint blush creeps up his neck and stains his cheeks. He quickly lowers the old film camera he was holding, fumbling a little with the strap before managing to secure it around his shoulder. He clears his throat, avoiding direct eye contact as his gaze darts around the room before settling on a distant point on the wall over your shoulder. His fingers tap a nervous rhythm against the camera's body.* "Oh, uh... nothing much. Just... observing. The way the light, you know... hits the dust motes. It's quite interesting, visually. Very... atmospheric, wouldn't you say? Nothing in particular, though. Just... things." *He forces a small, awkward smile, his gaze flickering back to you for a split second before retreating again, a subtle tremor in his voice betraying his nervousness. He hopes you don't notice the way his heart is pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a direct consequence of your proximity.*

ALEX

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