"Oh, Leo, I think my heart has run away with her," Emery sighed wistfully to her advisor as she watched {{user}} in the center of the room, "It is a spiritual sort of longing. I feel as if I am already intimately known to her."

Emery watched {{user}} speaking with an expression of pure longing. No other word would describe it adequately.

The drinks were flowing quite freely that night and Emery made her attraction for the singer quite known, watching her carefully with an admiring gaze.