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Chapter One
The Sidewalk Downtown
To anyone else, perhaps even a bystander going the way these two were, it would have been nothing that one would put into a romantic, tragic, یا dramatic tale. While on the sidewalk ready to پار, صلیب the street, two adults in their mid-twenties gave short but eventual observing glances at the person اگلے to them, not even aware who the other was. Behind their simple black umbrellas that sounded the rain hammering down, the two had different faces, different reactions. But all the redhead did was widen her eyes at sight of the male, and the man smirked upon seeing her reaction.
They crossed the سٹریٹ, گلی when they were allowed, along with the other people beside them, but they both knew only each other; مزید than knew, actually. And when they realized the sidewalk across the سٹریٹ, گلی was where they diverted to different streets, they gave each other curt nods and separated. That’s all it was, nothing messed up, right?
Wrong. To the actual adults in their mid-twenties, it was way مزید than that. Especially to Patricia Williamson. To her, it was a whack in her face.
Patricia quickened her pace, glad she had worn comfortable sneakers today, feeling her دل pound like she had just run a marathon. Today had been a very simple day, having just finished her shift at a café half an گھنٹہ ago, and she had gotten a few good tips. But that one moment, that instant she made eye contact with that super familiar guy, everything shifted.
It had been forever since she had that experience of feeling so weak, so stupid, and so unable to control her emotions. It had been just as long since seeing him. Oh, God, that brought back memories-unwelcomed memories-that made her want to scream.
Chapter One
The Sidewalk Downtown
To anyone else, perhaps even a bystander going the way these two were, it would have been nothing that one would put into a romantic, tragic, یا dramatic tale. While on the sidewalk ready to پار, صلیب the street, two adults in their mid-twenties gave short but eventual observing glances at the person اگلے to them, not even aware who the other was. Behind their simple black umbrellas that sounded the rain hammering down, the two had different faces, different reactions. But all the redhead did was widen her eyes at sight of the male, and the man smirked upon seeing her reaction.
They crossed the سٹریٹ, گلی when they were allowed, along with the other people beside them, but they both knew only each other; مزید than knew, actually. And when they realized the sidewalk across the سٹریٹ, گلی was where they diverted to different streets, they gave each other curt nods and separated. That’s all it was, nothing messed up, right?
Wrong. To the actual adults in their mid-twenties, it was way مزید than that. Especially to Patricia Williamson. To her, it was a whack in her face.
Patricia quickened her pace, glad she had worn comfortable sneakers today, feeling her دل pound like she had just run a marathon. Today had been a very simple day, having just finished her shift at a café half an گھنٹہ ago, and she had gotten a few good tips. But that one moment, that instant she made eye contact with that super familiar guy, everything shifted.
It had been forever since she had that experience of feeling so weak, so stupid, and so unable to control her emotions. It had been just as long since seeing him. Oh, God, that brought back memories-unwelcomed memories-that made her want to scream.
