Eye contact of passion

It was a hot summer evening when Lara entered the small café at the water tower. The evening sun bathed the room in a warm, golden light and the air was filled with the scent of fresh coffee and sweet pastries. She ordered an iced coffee and sat down at a table by the window from which she could watch the people passing by. At that moment, a man walked into the café, tall and with a charming smile that immediately drew Lara's attention. Their eyes met and the world around them seemed to stop for a moment. He sat down at the table next door, never taking his eyes off her. Lara felt a tingling in her stomach as she looked at him curiously. They maintained eye contact and an invisible connection was made between them. Minutes passed in which their thoughts intertwined in their heads. Lara was suddenly aware of the heat in her cheeks and the intensity of his gaze. The man stood up and came closer, his eyes sparkled with desire. “I couldn't resist,” he whispered as he leaned softly towards her. The words, more than just an invitation, penetrated the air between them like a soft whiff. It was the moment when Lara felt that the longing between their bodies was palpable — like a silent promise waiting to be fulfilled. But before she could react, a wave of silence formed, and a question floated in the air: Would she take the first step? The possibility of touch was in the air as he extended his hand and gently touched her fingertips. The rest of the room was blurry and the heart was beating loudly in her chest. What would happen next?