Next morning was a bright, sunny one. I woke up half-dazed by the light and started to brush my teeth, then I remembered I had to call him – his car had been abandoned yesterday because of me. I thought of asking him to ride with me to work, so I texted him. His response arrived promptly: "Already up, beautiful. Waiting downstairs – we can grab coffee before office. And yes, rode with you last night, so thanks for the rescue ride... again." Accompanied by a smiling emoji, these gestures seemed too cheesy, yet he had behaved in every gentlemanly way possible – I was impressed.
I got ready and ran downstairs, and yes, as promised, there he was – the most stunning person I'd ever laid eyes on. He looked almost angelic, with his dark hair swept back, revealing chiseled features. His transparent white shirt hinted at toned abs beneath, and his face could've been carved by Greek gods themselves – strong jawline, perfect nose, and piercing eyes. "Wow!" escaped my lips silently, as I stood frozen. I didn't realize I'd stopped walking, lost in admiration, until he gently shook me back to reality.
We rode to work together, and I mustered up the courage to share my dream with him. I felt utterly uncomfortable yet smitten, my heart racing with vulnerability. Before he could even respond, his car came into view – our ride was ending sooner than I hoped. A pang of disappointment hit me; I loved his company and wanted to linger close to him, but reality intervened. We parted ways beside our cars, my shared dream hanging in the air like an unfinished conversation, leaving me wondering what he thought.
Today at work, my team discussed an outing planned for the weekend – a trip to a stunning beach nearby. As a beach lover, I was thrilled with the idea and, instinctively, looked to him for a silent opinion. To my surprise, he glanced over at me, his expression softening into a warm smile. Our eyes...