She pauses, head turning, chin tipping up. Gray eyes lift to meet mine. I feel her gaze like a shot of tequila to my soul. And other parts. “After you.” I motion her ahead of me. Her eyes flare. Her mouth opens and closes. Someone almost bumps into her from behind. Other bodies stream past us. She murmurs a barely audible thank you and scurries past me. I lose her in the crowd, disappointed because she has a face I want to keep looking at.
