Chapter 91 I Haven't Learned Anything

• "What the hell was that?"
• I shake my head to focus on what I need to do and not pay attention to the intense gaze I now feel on my back. I focus on the girls around me who praise my performance and try to ignore the growing urge to turn around, to verify that the stranger is gone. What I felt, when our eyes met, went beyond a simple attraction. It didn't feel like when you meet someone incredibly beautiful, that you want to look at them because they are a good screen saver, no, this man looked through me. And although I should say that I didn't like the feeling, I would be a blatant liar, it felt like an adrenaline rush to be the center of attention of someone so imposing.
• I bite the inside of my cheek to resist the urge to look at him again. I return to where I had left my shoes, put them on, and step down from the platform to look for my bag and jacket. I decide not to look in any direction so as not to come across him by chance. I reach the table where my bag is, gather everything, and when I intend to go to the dressing room, I hear Mateo calling me.