The king of Baghdad's eyes followed Marina's every movement.
He could tell she was avoiding his table, and he couldn't blame her for that.
It was his fault for scaring her. That much he could admit to himself.
However, he couldn't shake the feeling he was right.
Every opportunity he got, he studied her face carefully.
The placements of her dimples, and her freckles matched Angels.
Everything was so similar. It was just the hair that was different.
His food tasted bland in his mouth, because all he could think of was at least speaking to her.
The opportunity finally presented itself when he saw her walk out of the door.
He waited a few minutes, before he hurried to his feet, and followed her.
He kept a respectful distance, as he trailed her.
Eventually, she stopped at the bank of the sea, and sat on the twin rocks close to it.
Unable to hold himself, he walked into her space, so she could see him.
On feeling someone else's presence, Marina lifted her head.
