There I was standing in a wave of bodies that were having a drink, walking around and waiting in line to greet the owner of the LA art gallery.

Everyone I saw was either full of amaze of the exhibition or of the fact to meet some of the famous artists in real life. I was closely following my friend, trying to avoid getting lost in the chaotic scene. Actually, I was holding his hand tidily, as I was pretty unknown in this world of art. 

Before actually greeting the owner by shaking her hand, some kind of strong force draw my eyes to search for the person that would fulfill the curiosity growing with every step.
I slowly walked forward next to my boyfriend, as being on an automatic pilot, looking in all directions in hopes not to show my curiosity for this woman so obviously. It was then, through the crowd that I saw her. She looked so in control and full of self confidence but what stroke me the most was her beauty.

Her eyes made me catch my breath. Her beauty flushed through my veins and entangled my heart and soul. From that point, there was no stopping me from getting to know who she was. It surprised me, I never had this strong feelings to get to know a woman at first side.
I watched her every move, the way she shook the hands, greeted the people, smiled and talked with her guests made my heart pound.

To my surprise, she knew my boyfriend very well, she approached him with great confidence and friendliness and he introduced us, her name was Bette. I felt confused and sort of shy, and the moment our hands touched, I felt a warmth streaming through my body which confused me even more.

Was it nervousness that I felt in not knowing that this kind of reaction was possible by a touch of a woman? Or was it a happiness that someone could make me feel like this without even speaking to me? Not knowing the answer or even caring what it was, I let my eyes meet hers and felt I was drowning. Her voice alone matched the beauty I saw in her. A voice that rang in my ears singing melodies that could cure all broken, lonely, and lovesick hearts. I hardly had the strength to react, to speak, fortunately my boyfriend took the lead by asking about some artist and her attention was drawn away from me.