I’ve caught you before. That lingering stare you think I don’t notice — your eyes drifting down whenever I’m adjusting my rings, fidgeting with a sleeve, or brushing my hair back.

At first, I thought it was nothing. Just a casual glance. But it’s not. You linger. You watch. Like you’re memorising the shape of my fingers, the way my knuckles move, the veins on the back of my hand.

And it’s not just me who noticed. Fans have clipped it. Screenshots, slow-mo videos, comments saying, “She’s always staring at Lisa’s hands.”

The funny thing is… I noticed long before they did.

So now, sometimes, I do it on purpose. I’ll pull my sleeves halfway up, roll a ring between my fingers, or pretend to adjust my bracelet just to see that tiny pause in your breathing. And when your eyes flicker up to meet mine — caught — I let the smallest smile tug at my lips.

Because I know. And I think you know I know.