He’d been struck.
Like a sense of deja vu, he’d been hit with an ethereal awareness that he was meant to be here at this moment, to meet this woman.
Something about her face, the light of its serenity framed in a navy blue that was suddenly his favourite colour, called to him.
He had found his eyes drinking her in until his subconsciousness slapped him over the head with, “the first look is for you…”
Muti'ah Badruddeen 