Vad

I stop in my tracks as an uneasy feeling skitters up my spine, and as my gaze travels the room, it lands on you, leaning against the far wall, coffee cup in hand. I swallow hard at the dark, intense look in your eyes, and as you push off, making your way to me like a predator stalking prey, I balk, fidgeting a little Hello, little crow Your voice is deep, and hypnotic, as I clutch my glass of orange juice