As I stroll down the busy street, I notice a tall, handsome young man approaching me. His eyes are locked on me, seemingly mesmerized by my graceful presence, the cascade of black curls, and the rhythmic click of my heels.
“Could he be the one I’ve been waiting for?” I ask myself.
In a not-so-coincidental collision, our paths intersect, sparking a charged exchange of glances that seemingly delve deep into each other’s souls.
With an embarrassed “sorry,” he retreats, visibly flustered, leaving me wondering if our brief encounter will linger in his memory.
“Without a doubt,” I murmur to myself, satisfied with the flirtatious facade I had adorned, as I discreetly counted the contents of his wallet.
