Nastassia lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as she replayed the events of the party in her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that something strange had happened, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
Roberto's dull conversation had only served to heighten her unease, and she had found herself wandering away from him in search of something more interesting. It was then that she had seen him - the stranger with the piercing blue eyes and the black turtleneck. He had been so still, so intent on studying the art around him, that Nastassia had wondered if he was even human.