So they say.
For her, that’s a turn on; the distance drawing her closer. He thinks she’s magnificent but can’t say it. This mutual attraction creates an intriguing paradox. What to do? He believes letting her in could push her away.
So he doesn’t and drives her crazy.
He’s a fool.
She’s an enigma.
Apparently.
Those that try to know her fail miserably, unable to penetrate the complex constructs that serve only to safeguard who she really is. He thinks he understands this, managing to summon up enough courage to ask her for her name.
She’s game. Nina.