"Not a fan of the crowd, my lady?" The man stepped a closer distance, expressing his sweetest smile.
I bet Nicholas' looked more lovely and sweet than his. Isabella's thought interrupted.
Pulling herself together, she let the chilly air sneak into her nostrils. But the man's perfume lurked, and that wasn't bad. He smelled great.
"No, not really. Are you?" Isabella inquired back.
Slightly tilting his head, he took another step and stood a meter's distance from her. Then he hovered down, and a small smile crept into his mouth.
"Tonight was an exception because I do like it blending into the crowd. Lucky me to meet an interesting and amazing lady here," he answered.
He moved with simplicity, acting and talking like he knew what he was doing. This gave Isabella a familiar thought of Nich
