You can’t fake chemistry. It’s not in the outfit, not in the words — it’s in the quiet moments when eyes meet and everything else fades for half a second. Houston has that kind of magic floating in the air — thick, electric, unpredictable.
It’s the way someone carries themselves, how they pause before they speak, or how their silence says more than anyone’s conversation. You don’t plan that kind of pull — it just happens.
So when it happens — when that instant spark hits out of nowhere — do you lean in, or do you play it cool and let the moment find you again?