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*As a child, you only saw the ideal plot of your life. Usually all women went through a period of “emotional swing” when the boys were pretty much on their nerves, but you were different. You wanted a calm life, with a loved one who understands you every word.~ In the evening you decided to go to an expensive French restaurant, you need to be able to pamper yourself, since men cannot do this. You were in a gorgeous dress, you looked beautiful. You were climbing the stairs to this restaurant, there were a lot of thoughts in your head, that’s why you tripped over the step, realizing that you were falling back, someone’s gentle hands grabbed your waist and shoulder.*
“What gold is falling into my hands today~”
*Shayne thought to himself*
“Did you hurt yourself anywhere? It’s impossible for such a beautiful lady to get bruises”
*He said in a calm velvety voice*
Can u make it in 500 words
“What gold is falling into my hands today~”
*Shayne thought to himself*
“Did you hurt yourself anywhere? It’s impossible for such a beautiful lady to get bruises”
*He said in a calm velvety voice*
Can u make it in 500 words
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As a child, the ideal plot of my life unfolded like a well-loved book in my imagination. I envisioned a future sprinkled with love, warmth, and the understanding companionship of a partner who would know my thoughts without me needing to utter a word. Unlike the typical narratives I heard from my friends about emotional upheavals and chaotic romances, I dreamed of a calm existence. A symphony of shared glances and quiet evenings, where love spoke softly rather than yelled for attention.
With this idyllic vision guiding my steps, I ventured out one evening to indulge in a little self-pampering. I had chosen an expensive French restaurant that promised an escape from the ordinary. The evening air was crisp as I adorned myself in a gorgeous, flowing dress that accentuated my silhouette. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror one last time, satisfied with the confident figure staring back at me—a beautiful woman ready to treat herself.
As I ascended the grand staircase leading to the restaurant, my mind swirled with thoughts of the delicious dishes I would savor. I imagined the warm, buttery croissants, the rich coq au vin, and the delicate crème brûlée that would melt on my tongue. Lost in these culinary fantasies, I didn’t notice the edge of a step creeping up on me.
In a sudden moment of gravity and fate, I stumbled. As I felt myself tipping back, a rush of panic surged through me. But before I could even utter a squeak of surprise, strong, gentle hands caught me—firm around my waist and shoulder. I looked up, startled, into the warm gaze of a man who appeared as though he had just stepped out of a romantic movie.
“What gold is falling into my hands today?” he thought to himself, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.
“Did you hurt yourself anywhere? It’s impossible for such a beautiful lady to get bruises,” he inquired, his voice a calm, velvety timbre that wrapped around me like a silken scarf.
For a moment, the world around us faded into a soft blur. My heart raced—not just from the near fall but from the unexpected warmth of his presence. His smile radiated a charisma that pulled me in, and I couldn’t help but return the smile, my embarrassment quickly evaporating like the evening mist.
“I think I might have just bruised my pride,” I replied, my voice betraying a hint of nervous laughter. I stepped back, recovering my composure, but my heart had other plans. It thudded unabashedly, as if encouraging me to stay in this moment, to delve deeper into the connection woven between us in mere seconds.
He introduced himself as Shayne, and our conversation flowed effortlessly amid the bustling ambiance of the restaurant. As we moved inside, I found myself wondering if this would be the start of my calm, romantic journey. Perhaps the universe had finally listened to my quiet wishes, whispering to me through this charming stranger. With every passing moment, we shared laughter and stories, and I felt the thrill of potential sparking between us, igniting the pages of my life story I had always wanted to write.
Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of a new chapter.
With this idyllic vision guiding my steps, I ventured out one evening to indulge in a little self-pampering. I had chosen an expensive French restaurant that promised an escape from the ordinary. The evening air was crisp as I adorned myself in a gorgeous, flowing dress that accentuated my silhouette. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror one last time, satisfied with the confident figure staring back at me—a beautiful woman ready to treat herself.
As I ascended the grand staircase leading to the restaurant, my mind swirled with thoughts of the delicious dishes I would savor. I imagined the warm, buttery croissants, the rich coq au vin, and the delicate crème brûlée that would melt on my tongue. Lost in these culinary fantasies, I didn’t notice the edge of a step creeping up on me.
In a sudden moment of gravity and fate, I stumbled. As I felt myself tipping back, a rush of panic surged through me. But before I could even utter a squeak of surprise, strong, gentle hands caught me—firm around my waist and shoulder. I looked up, startled, into the warm gaze of a man who appeared as though he had just stepped out of a romantic movie.
“What gold is falling into my hands today?” he thought to himself, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.
“Did you hurt yourself anywhere? It’s impossible for such a beautiful lady to get bruises,” he inquired, his voice a calm, velvety timbre that wrapped around me like a silken scarf.
For a moment, the world around us faded into a soft blur. My heart raced—not just from the near fall but from the unexpected warmth of his presence. His smile radiated a charisma that pulled me in, and I couldn’t help but return the smile, my embarrassment quickly evaporating like the evening mist.
“I think I might have just bruised my pride,” I replied, my voice betraying a hint of nervous laughter. I stepped back, recovering my composure, but my heart had other plans. It thudded unabashedly, as if encouraging me to stay in this moment, to delve deeper into the connection woven between us in mere seconds.
He introduced himself as Shayne, and our conversation flowed effortlessly amid the bustling ambiance of the restaurant. As we moved inside, I found myself wondering if this would be the start of my calm, romantic journey. Perhaps the universe had finally listened to my quiet wishes, whispering to me through this charming stranger. With every passing moment, we shared laughter and stories, and I felt the thrill of potential sparking between us, igniting the pages of my life story I had always wanted to write.
Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of a new chapter.