I was very unsure.

The unnaturally beautiful creature did not move at all. No tremble. No hint of breath. Certainly, no change to expression.

An expression you might see on public transit. Seeking no eye contact. No invitation and no acknowledgement.

Several wafts of ocean breeze made me sure this was not a dream.

That is why, I was unsettled when she turned her gaze to me.

“What Are You Looking At?”

In the sunny heat, I knew my face would be flush.

Yet, I felt a certain embarrassed burning on my face. Caught staring at a beautiful woman (like a schoolboy).