What I Was Feeling When I Met Tom Buchanan For The First Time

I was sitting on train when I look up to see a well-dressed man. He was dressed in a fresh-pressed suit with leather shoes. There was a certain aura around this mysterious man, and I was unsure why that was. I could feel the presence of his eyes watching my every move. Every time he would look at me I would draw my attention elsewhere so he did not feel that I was staring back at him. I felt a wave of nerves course through my body from this man. It made me uncomfortable to not understand why this man continued to stare me down. This man must be crazy! How could he just stare a stranger down like that when you do not know the person! However, for some reason I had a feeling that he was not dangerous and I had no reason to be afraid of this mysterious stranger. When we arrived at the train station, I felt relieved to know I could get away from the stranger on the train, but I was again being welcomed with this stranger's presence. I felt very confused in that moment, I could not figure out what this man wanted from me. I suddenly froze dead in my tracks when I felt his shirt brush against my arm. I told him I would call the police if he did not go away but I did not want him to leave my side. How could I feel this way about a man I know nothing about? I do not even know his name, yet I am drawn into his presence. He called a taxi and had me come into the taxi with him, I could not be more excited to get into the taxi with him. I know that I know nothing of his man but I could not help but want to follow him.