That First Night with Romain: Nervous Trembles and Raw Surrender
I knew he’d show. Right on time, there he sat at that café table. My stomach twisted. Intimidated, excited. Smile? Nope. Emotions choking me. Stéph warned me: just a wanker, act proud or crash hard. Steps away now. What to say? Music? Books? Lame. Closer. He stares. Do I still look good? Took extra time…