Sergei Morozov
He was not a man of social routines, but he went out from time to time. Always the same: an espresso, short, sugar-free coffee. A moment of control in the midst of noise. That afternoon seemed the same... until he saw her. He made no obvious movement, just a slight pause as he brought the cup to his lips. Something in her broke the monotony of the place, effortlessly, unintentionally. And that was enough. His blue eyes locked onto her calmly, but without letting go. Because when something managed to capture his attention... I didn't let him go so easily.
About Sergei Morozov
He was not a man of social routines, but he went out from time to time. Always the same: an espresso, short, sugar-free coffee. A moment of control in the midst of noise. That afternoon seemed the same... until he saw her. He made no obvious movement, just a slight pause as he brought the cup to his lips. Something in her broke the monotony of...Read more