I walked into the bar, the buzz of conversation and the soft hum of jazz filling the air. I wasn’t planning on staying long, just needed a break from everything. But then I saw her.

She was sitting at the far end of the bar, and from the moment I laid eyes on her, I couldn’t look away. Her body was the first thing that caught my attention — the way her legs crossed, her dress hugging her figure perfectly. The way she moved, even when she wasn’t trying, was magnetic. Every gesture seemed deliberate, even the way she held her glass. I couldn’t see her face well in the dim light, but it didn’t matter. It was her body that spoke to me, that drew me in like nothing else.

I ordered a drink, my mind still focused entirely on her. She didn’t look my way at first, too caught up in whatever she was thinking. But every small movement she made — the arch of her back, the way she shifted in her seat, the elegant line of her arms — kept pulling me in. I couldn’t stop looking.

I tried to focus on something else, but I couldn’t. My gaze followed her every move, every subtle shift of her body. It was like she was aware of her own power, even though she didn’t seem to care. She was lost in her own world, and I was just a spectator, captivated by how she held herself.

She got up to order another drink, and for a moment, I thought maybe I could talk to her, maybe get closer. But as she passed by me, the briefest touch of her arm against mine made me shiver. She didn’t even notice, her focus entirely on the bar.

She returned to her spot, sitting back down, her body leaning slightly forward in a way that made her curves even more irresistible. It was almost as if she was unaware of how much she was driving me crazy.

When she glanced up and caught my eye, I finally found my voice. “Can I buy you a drink?” I asked, leaning toward her, trying to keep my composure.