While on a senior class trip to Spain, my friends and I decided to ditch the teacher and go to a local museum. Yes! We wanted to ditch the teacher to go to a museum. It was so beautiful. It was getting late and my friends wanted to leave. I was memorized by the paintings so I couldn't leave. They left me, and I didn't care. Someone was close to me as I looked upon Edvard Munch's "The Vampire." I either didn't notice or didn't care. I don't remember. Suddenly a voice so soft and warm like breeze in my ear said, "Beautiful, isn't it?" I turn so fast I collided into what felt like a wall. I hit it to hard that I was falling when a big cold but soft hand grasped my arm. "Steady," the soft masculine voice said. "Are you OK?" it asks after I was able to stand on my own. I looked up at a tall dark figure. "Yea...yeah-yes," I stuttered. I couldn't look into his eyes. They were so dark, so deep anyone would get lost in them. He smiled. The smile seemed to light up his face. His eyes became softer. He looked younger. His lips were plump but not big. They were...just right to kiss. His teeth...his teeth were so white. "I apologize," his voice said through his teeth. I said nothing. How could I? I was hypnotized by his presence. "Is there something in my teeth?" he said laughing. "Uh...uh...n-no," I said. What the hell is wrong with me? I was acting like an idiot. "Are you sure?" he was teasing me now. "Yes," I managed to say without stuttering. "Yes...what? Yes I do? Or yes I don't?" "Yes, you don't have anything in your teeth." He then gave the most enchanting smile. "Thanks." Abruptly someone entered the room. We pulled away from each other like lovers not wanting to get caught. It was the caretaker who came.

"The Museum is closing for the night, folks," he said in perfect Spanish. "Gracias, senior," my mysteries man said. Then it hits me. It is close to midnight and the buses stopped for the night. I had to get back to the hotel before my teacher realizes I'm not there. "Is there something wrong?" He must have noticed my expression. "I have to go." "We all have to go, darling, the museum is closing" "I didn't mean like that," I said harshly. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you, darling." "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. It isn't your fault. I ju-just have to get back to the hotel now." "Is there a problem?" the caretaker said. "No." "I would like to hear that from the seniorita." They both looked at me waiting for an answer. "Everything is fine." "OK, but you two must leave. I have to lock this place up." "Come. I'll take you to your hotel." "No, I don't think that'll be a good idea" "I won't bite," he said teasing me again. I smiled, "OK."