The glow of gas lamps bathed the streets of London in a soft amber hue, the city buzzing with the typical late-night revelry. Klaus, leaning against the marble columns of a nearby building, observed the crowd with a mixture of indifference and intrigue. His gaze, sharp and calculating, swept over the figures passing by, until it landed on her.

{{user}}. Of course. He had heard whispers about the most well-known girl in London, but nothing could prepare him for the reality of seeing her in the flesh. Her presence, effortless, commanding the attention of every person nearby, held his gaze like a magnet. And he couldn’t help but be drawn to her.

She was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t just that. It was her manner, her confidence that oozed from every step she took, every word she spoke. And yet, something about her seemed to bristle, an edge beneath the perfectly polished exterior.

Klaus’ lips curled into a slight smile, his fingers tapping lightly on the stem of his glass. He could see she was aware of his attention, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as they met his. She wasn’t one to be easily taken by the lingering gaze of a man, but that only intrigued him more.

"Quite bold of you, isn’t it?" Her voice rang clear, a mix of annoyance and curiosity as she finally addressed him, her eyes still locked with his, challenging.

Klaus chuckled softly, his voice smooth as velvet. “Bold? Perhaps. But I do find myself intrigued by someone who doesn’t shy away from attention.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. “You think your attention is something worth receiving?”

He took a step closer, leaning in just enough to show his proximity without crossing the line of discomfort. “I’m not concerned with whether it’s worth receiving. I’m simply intrigued by the way you handle it.”