Leila's POV 

　　I whirled around, my heart bucking against my chest. "Luca?" I croaked, staring up into his face.

　　The scurrying and the noise of the mall surrounded us, yet he didn't pay attention to anything else around him. He looked into me with an intent to stare continuously, steadily. "Leila." He said my name as if there was something dangling from it that wasn't said, yet heavy enough to make the floor a cave inside my stomach.

　　I retreated ...