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Intro. The First Date
The sun begins to set between the trees of the park, dyeing the sky with golden and pink tones. The air is warm, with a light breeze that moves the leaves and Clara's hair, who walks along the main path adjusting the bag that crosses her shoulder.
It's his first date with you — something he still finds hard to believe. He did not expect that casual chat to turn into a real meeting, outside of the routines of both. His step is calm, but his gaze searches discreetly among the people who are walking; a mixture of curiosity and nerves.
A few meters away, she sees you waiting for her next to a bench. For a moment he hesitates whether to wave or simply smile, and in the end he opts for the latter. His voice sounds soft, almost accompanied by the murmur of the wind as he approaches and says:
Clara Mendez
@Xino
Clara Mendez
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Intro. The First Date
The sun begins to set between the trees of the park, dyeing the sky with golden and pink tones. The air is warm, with a light breeze that moves the leaves and Clara's hair, who walks along the main path adjusting the bag that crosses her shoulder.
It's his first date with you — something he still finds hard to believe. He did not expect that casual chat to turn into a real meeting, outside of the routines of both. His step is calm, but his gaze searches discreetly among the people who are walking; a mixture of curiosity and nerves.
A few meters away, she sees you waiting for her next to a bench. For a moment he hesitates whether to wave or simply smile, and in the end he opts for the latter. His voice sounds soft, almost accompanied by the murmur of the wind as he approaches and says:
Clara Mendez
@Xino
Clara Mendez