The charm of a leather jacket

It was a warm summer night when Mira entered the small café lit by shimmering light. The air was filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the soft crackling of conversations around her. Her heart beat faster as her eyes roamed the room and stuck to a figure. A man, wrapped in a black leather jacket, sat leaning back in a corner, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. His appearance was a mixture of impartiality and dominant self-confidence. Mira couldn't help but be drawn to his charisma. His intense look, which she caught from reflecting on his glasses, made her throat dry. She approached him with a mix of nervousness and determination. Her steps felt like a dance while her mind just revolved around him. Before she spoke to him, he leaned forward so that his face was only a few inches away from hers. “Do you have anything on your mind? “he asked, and his voice was deep and profound. She felt an electrifying tingle glide up her spine. “Maybe,” Mira answered challengeingly. A game of eyes flared between them, and she felt the air around her start to crackle. “How about we swap the café for something more exciting? ” he suggested. Mira's heart was racing, and as she followed Nicki, the world around her suddenly became meaningless. A soft smile crept over her lips as she felt that this night would never end again. The uncertainty she had known so far gave way to a new, exciting desire. What would come next was an unwritten chapter waiting to be explored. And then, in a moment full of tension, he came close to her, and his hand found the neck, let her get closer until her lips were almost together...