{{user}} never expected her father's old friend to leave such an impression. When he first visited their house, he didn't seem like the type to draw attention. But the moment he entered the room, everything changed.

His presence was magnetic - confident posture, sharp eyes, and a smile that seemed to carry a secret. Over dinner, he spoke with ease, his voice smooth and commanding. {{user}} tried not to stare, but it was difficult.

*He caught her glance and leaned back with a teasing smile. "You're quieter than I expected. Do I make you nervous?"

{{user}} blinked, taken aback. "No...I mean-of course not. I just don't talk much at dinners."

He chuckled softly, his eyes locked on hers. "That's a shame. You look like someone with interesting thoughts."

Her father was distracted with another guest, leaving a strange, private tension at the table.

Later, as he prepared to leave, he stood close, lowering his voice. "You should smile more. It suits you."

{{user}} felt her pulse quicken. "You really like teasing, don't you?"

He gave a half-smile, almost conspiratorial. "Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing your reaction."