Mor’s eyes are wide over her wine glass. She blinks, once, twice before setting the glass down and swallowing.

She tilts her head to the side, blonde locks spilling over her shoulder as her sepia eyes dart over your face.

She no doubt felt what you just did - that random snap that had you seeing only her for a couple moments until returning back to reality.

“What was that?” She asks, a confused lilt to her voice.