she smoothed the folds of her floral dress as she sat down at the tiny wooden table by the window of the cafe. the air was slightly chilly, being springtime. but the gentle rays of the morning sun were deliciously warm on her bare skin. as she turned to put her bag away on the chair beside her, the door to the cafe opened and he stepped in.
and so, their eyes met. again.
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