Tatum Christine Obsessive Now

Tatum’s hand tightened around her mug. “That’s awful, baby. I hope you find it.”

She didn’t flinch. She turned to him, her expression eerily serene. “You smell like sandalwood and rain. I’ve been trying to find a candle that matches it.” tatum christine obsessive

The second clue came three weeks later, when he mentioned he’d lost a favorite sketchbook. “It had some really personal stuff in it,” he said, frowning. “Weird. I swear I left it in my car.” Tatum’s hand tightened around her mug

They talked for two hours. He was drawn to her intensity, the way she seemed to hang on his every word. She knew exactly which questions to ask, which silences to let stretch, which shy glances to deploy. By the end of the night, he’d asked her for coffee the next day. She turned to him, her expression eerily serene

She was, after all, very, very attentive.