The silence in the dealership was no longer a pause; it was a vacuum. The world outside the glass walls ceased to exist. The stunned staff stood as if caught in amber, witnesses to a spectacle so beautiful and fundamentally alien it defied rational processing.
The honey-blonde saleswoman, finally let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. It sounded like a sob. "Oh my God," she whispered, her eyes wide and fixed on the space where Anastasia had just stood. "Did that... Did that actually happen?"
Her younger colleague was still gripping the granite reception desk, her knuckles bloodless. "Seven," she mouthed, the word silent.
Then she said, her voice, a shaky, high-pitched thing. "There are seven of them. He just... he kissed seven different women. And they were all waiting for him. Like an appointment."
