When she first met him she thought he was just too irritatingly adorable, like a cute spoilt child aware of its power over people.
She could sense the latent magnetism between them, yet assumed it would be purely physical, should it ever be allowed to prosper. His self-assured arrogance, sometimes cleverly disguised as humility, didn’t frighten her for she’d dealt with it in the past (and probably been a little bit like that herself.)

But such presumption would only make her fall more dramatic, in a rather comical way. Totally unprepared she arrived, only to discover there was more behind what met the eye. She hesitated; felt compelled to take a closer look; was momentarily seduced by the underlying promise of a certain challenge. (Mysteries attracted her, especially when they couldn’t be easily dismissed as folly, or when she dared to invest in her ability to resolve them first.)

And the game was lost before she’d even summoned her defences. So much for underestimating people through arbitrary categorization.