POV: Demian
As Rose walks into the coffee shop, I make my move. With confidence oozing, I take a seat across from her.
"Hello," I say with a grin. "I've never seen such a beautiful girl all by herself. She's always with that handsome guy. My name's Demian."
Her cheeks flush slightly as she responds, "Oh... thank you. You flatter me. My name is Rose."
I lean in just a little, keeping the charm alive. "So, what brings a beautiful Rose like you to a coffee shop all alone?"
She smiles softly, glancing at her hands. "I just love the smell of coffee—it inspires me to write more songs."
"A songwriter, huh?" I reply, letting my tone reflect genuine admiration. "That's impressive."
She laughs lightly, brushing a strand of red hair behind her ear. "You really do flatter me, Demian. Well, I have to go now. See you..."
And just like that, she's gone. But her voice lingers, a melody in my mind. This isn't the last time. It's only the beginning.
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The Diary of Shadows
Short Story"Love is the most dangerous game. Behind every smile, a story waits to be told." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a story that I made for a Inglish project please N O C O P Y R I G H T...
