The man with the piercing

The light of the setting sun cast soft shadows in the small, cozy café, where Lisa nervously sipped on her coffee. She was in this city for the first time and wanted to take a short break from her hectic life. Her eyes roamed the room and stuck on a fascinating man sitting alone in a corner. His upper body was slightly visible under a tight T-shirt, he had full, dark hair and a piercing that sparkled right through his left nipple. With an aura of self-confidence and attraction, he magically attracted Lisa's gaze. The air was charged with an undeniable tension as he looked in its direction again and again. Lisa felt her heart beating faster and her curiosity grow immensely. After a few deep breaths, she decided to get closer to him. With a smile that helped hide her nervousness, she joined him at the table and started a conversation. They talked about the city, life and his art — he said he was a sculptor. Their pulse was pounding in their ears as they leaned closer, the desire between them ever more palpable.