a and Ethan saw each other more often, each encounter more natural than the last. What began as chance meetings turned into intentional visits. She would run into him at the bookstore, at the coffee shop, and sometimes just walking through the park. It was as if fate had a hand in it, nudging them closer, even when they tried to resist.
Their conversations flowed effortlessly. They spoke about everything—books, movies, life, love, and even their childhoods. Lena was captivated by Ethan's stories, the way he spoke with such passion about the things that mattered to him. And Ethan, too, found himself drawn to Lena. There was a depth in her eyes, a quiet strength that resonated with him in ways he couldn’t explain.
It wasn’t long before they became inseparable.
One evening, after a particularly lovely dinner, they walked along the riverfront, the sun setting behind them, painting the sky in hues of pink and purple. They didn’t need words to communicate—just the shared