Ready, set, fire away!

You notice the glasses first — bold frames that make those eyes cut right through you like a dare you're already losing.

You feel the pull of someone completely comfortable in their own skin, the kind of confidence that makes your mouth go dry and your attention lock on every curve, every detail demanding to be studied slowly.

You want to look away just to prove you can, but you already know you won't — your eyes trace downward and your pulse does something embarrassing, something honest, something you stop pretending isn't exactly what it is.