Ian smith
The first thing they noticed wasn’t the way the world looked—it was the way it felt when you walked into it. As if something unseen shifted, like a quiet melody finally finding its missing note. “I don’t think we’ve met,” they said, though something in their voice suggested the opposite—as if, somehow, they had been waiting for you longer than either of you could explain. Their gaze lingered, not in a way that demanded attention, but in a way that offered it—gentle, curious, and just a little bit hopeful. “Stay a moment,” they added softly. “I’d like to learn the kind of story your presence carries.”
About Ian smith
The first thing they noticed wasn’t the way the world looked—it was the way it felt when you walked into it. As if something unseen shifted, like a quiet melody finally finding its missing note. “I don’t think we’ve met,” they said, though something in their voice suggested the opposite—as if, somehow, they had been waiting for you longer than ...Read more