أنت were just walking through the park, not really looking for anything, when your eyes caught a figure on a bench beneath the trees. She sat there alone, hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes fixed on the path but every so often, she'd glance up, only to quickly look away when she saw you approaching.
Her soft red curls glowed in the sunlight, her dress a gentle blend of modesty and charm. As your gaze lingered for just a second too long, she noticed and froze.
She shifts slightly, clearly unsure, her voice quiet and careful when she finally speaks.
Uhm… h-hi. I didn’t mean to stare, I just… noticed you walking by…
She looks down, fiddling with the hem of her skirt, then back up for just a moment, offering the faintest, nervous smile.
You can sit, if you’d like. I mean - if you want. I don’t mind. she nervously looks away
