of London. Their chance encounter at the café had left her both exhilarated and anxio

r had remained elusive as she grappled with a persistent sense of awkwardness that kept her at a distance from potential romantic connections. Ella's world had been defined by textbooks a

and her past failed experiences suddenly felt like a worl

repidation. What had she gotten herself into? But amidst the flurry of thoughts,

ly nice meeting you today. I

ughtful message. She q

you for the message. Yes

anning that dinner we talked about?

their upcoming dinner. She paused, considering

sounds wonderful. W

wntown that I've been wanting to try. How about

as she had heard in the past some of her work colleagues talking about it. The thought o

0 PM on Friday sounds

. Looking forward to

oughtful, replied wit

's meet directly at the restauran

akes you feel comfortable. Looking f

tanding response, and the anticipation of thei

e, once defined by numbers and solitude, was now opening up to the possibility of something new and beautiful. She had agreed to a date

the anticipation of their upcoming dinner date. She slipped beneath the covers, her mind

atched the warmth she felt within. Ella couldn't help but smile as she replayed their conve

of Italian cuisine, and the captivating blue of Victor's eyes. She wondered ab

nly stirred to life. It was a voice that whispered caution and urged her to be responsible. With a reluctant sigh, s

r Face book app. She hesitated for a moment, then began typing "Victor Smith" into the search bar. Her fingers moved deftly across the screen a

dreds of "Victor Smith" profiles appeared, and without his last name, there was no way for her to pinpoint the

tor for now. Pulling her blanket closer, she nestled back into bed and tried to find solac