Ethan stood beside her, his hands in his pockets. As they walked, Ethan occasionally glanced at Abigail. His gaze was drawn to her smile, the way her hair swayed in the wind and the sparkle in her eyes under the moonlight. There was something enchanting about her, though he couldn't quite make out what it was. Every time she noticed him looking, Abigail would instinctively smile shyly, which would make Ethan uncomfortable and he would start to smile too. Of course, then he would turn away again, so that Abigail wouldn't see.
“Well, stranger, you still haven't told me your name. What can I call you?” Abigail asked him as they got closer and closer to her home. Ethan's heart skipped a beat as Abigail turned to him. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath before answering, "Oh, sorry. My name is Ethan."
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