Guess the Person

Cliff took a step back, covering his eyes with his fingers to sneak a glance.

"Please, put your clothes back on, miss. I don't know where to look anymore."

The young woman chuckled softly. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed! Just moments ago, you seemed to be enjoying yourself."

"You... you weren't this close!" Cliff stammered as her laughter continued.

A dark mist enveloped her, shaping into a sleek black dress, perfectly fitted. What intrigued Cliff was her effortless grace; she moved like a fluid shadow, gliding across the floor.

Suddenly, she grabbed him by the collar, her hand exploring before resting on his chin.

"I find you even more handsome up close..." she said, her thumb grazing his lower lip.

"You hadn't told me your name, miss," he managed, his unease palpable.

"Is that really important?" she replied, inching closer.

Cliff swallowed hard. "For me, yes."