As Emily watched him disappear into the night, she felt a pang of curiosity, her mind replaying their encounters, wondering what lay beneath Jack's charming facade, and why she felt an inexplicable connection to him, the notebook now a tangible reminder of their enigmatic bond, its pages rustling in the silence, as if whispering secrets only she could hear.she shrugged, tucking the notebook into her bag, and turned her attention back to her life, focusing on her work and hobbies, the memory of Jack fading into a pleasant, if peculiar, encounter, yet, every so often, she'd catch herself wondering what had become of him, and whether their paths would cross again, but she didn't dwell on it, knowing that some mysteries were meant to remain unsolved.
After being busy for a while,she decided to visit the the little bookstore down the street where she first met the mysterious guy that kept haunting her mind wearing a minimal classic floral maxi dress with a vibrant shade of denim jacket,she walk quietly along the pedestrian bridge with cool spring wind messing with her hair,She couldn't shake off the feeling of regret that had been haunting her for weeks. She had thought she was being strong, acting cold and...