-vrbangers- Veronica Leal - Zen Getaway Page

His eyes were the color of the river stones below the falls. He didn't smile. Didn't offer a serene nod. He just looked at her—at the sharp line of her jaw, the expensive technical fabric of her leggings, the way her breath had gone shallow.

"I know who you are," Leo said. "You're the woman in Pod Seven who's been glaring at her smoothie bowl like it insulted her ancestors." -VRBangers- Veronica Leal - Zen Getaway

She stepped closer. "I'm not running. I'm hiding." His eyes were the color of the river stones below the falls

Veronica should have said no. Should have cited the retreat's schedule, the "commitment to presence," the thousand-dollar-a-night fee she was wasting. Instead, she heard herself say: "What are we eating?" He just looked at her—at the sharp line

And when he finally turned, a plate in each hand, and looked at her— really looked, past the armor and the itinerary and the carefully curated life—Veronica realized she hadn't thought about her phone once.