Steve Roger is down on his luck-broke college student working for peanuts bartending just to stay alive; no matter what he does, life keeps knocking him down and taking him. One night, a woman (Amelia Brandon) walks into the bar; with milk chocolate...
My little guy is having his tonsillectomy this morning, I needed to keep my mind busy thus giving me the chance to edit this chapter.
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-Sif
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It was a crisp fall morning. Steve sat on the expansive deck of the Stark cabin, a steaming cup of coffee on the side table beside him and his sketch pad resting on his lap. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the surrounding forest, illuminating the tranquil scene before him.
Steve couldn't help but be awestruck by the sheer beauty of the cabin. Luxury wasn't typically his style, but ever since meeting Amelia, he found himself appreciating it more. Tony had truly outdone himself with this place, and Steve found himself falling in love with it.
The cabin boasted six bedrooms, each with its own en-suite bathroom and additional bathrooms on the main floor and in the basement family room. Pepper's touch was evident in the décor, with a modern rustic charm infused into every room. From the polished hardwood floors to the wooden walls and the grey and white furniture adorned with accent pieces and metal elements, every detail exuded elegance and comfort.
The heart of the cabin was the spacious living room, centered around a large stone fireplace that added warmth and character to the space. Floor-to-ceiling picture windows framed breathtaking views of the forest, allowing natural light to flood the room during the day and offering glimpses of the starry night sky at night.
The kitchen was a chef's dream, boasting modern amenities such as handmade cabinets, butcher block countertops, and a deep sink. A large custom-made dining room table provided the perfect setting for gathering and enjoying meals together.
As Steve explored the cabin over the past several days, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him. Surrounded by the beauty of nature and the comfort of the luxurious amenities, he couldn't imagine a more perfect place to unwind and recharge.
With practiced strokes, Steve's pencil glided across the paper, capturing the beauty of the lake below and the majestic trees surrounding it. He studied the landscape intently, his keen eye for detail bringing the scene to life with each pencil stroke.
As he worked, the soothing sounds of nature filled the air—the gentle rustle of leaves, the distant chirping of birds, and the soft lapping of water against the shore. A symphony of serenity enveloped him, grounding him in the present moment and inspiring his creativity.
Lost in his art, Steve felt a sense of peace wash over him, his worries and cares melting away with each pencil stroke.
"There you are," Amelia's voice broke the peaceful silence as she slid open the door, padding out onto the deck in fuzzy-socked feet, clad in black Chanel sweatpants, one of Steve's oversized t-shirts, and a cozy black cardigan. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders in wild disarray, and her eyes still held traces of sleep, their usual sparkle slightly muted. To Steve, this sight was nothing short of perfection—his girlfriend, relaxed and unguarded.
