Momentary Lapse.

Through the clatter of uninformed strangers, her gaze tore through the thick commotion of conversation between us. Across the room from a distant corner, my anxiety sat reluctantly on the laps of my prejudice. Her deep, dreamy eyes motioned from peer to peer with her final resting station, a fixed gaze into the depths of my soul.

Photocredit: Vibes (@gorki) / Cosmos