Chapter 3 - When Paths Cross.

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The sun was setting, casting a warm golden hue across her room as she sat in her bed, staring blankly at the screen. It had been another long day filled with the usual —work, emails, and the monotonous flow of tasks that never seemed to end. She sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion on her shoulders. For a while, she had thought of doing something productive with her  free time, but in that moment she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was bored—not the restless kind, but the kind  that came from routine, from the predictability of life.

Her phone buzzed softly on the desk, and without much thought, she picked it up, scrolling through notifications and messages that didn’t really interest her. And then, almost out of habit, she opened the dating app she hadn’t touched in days. Maybe it was just another form of distraction, something to pass the time. She wasn’t expecting much. She never did. Because she knows expectations hurts. 

Profile after profile appeared on the screen, most of them similar with one another—faces and bios that didn’t spark anything in her. But then, she came across one that made her pause, his picture wasn’t overly posed, just a simple, genuine smile. His eyes—there was something about them. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but they seemed to hold warmth, like he was the kind of person you could talk to for hours without realisig how much time had passed.

Intrigued, she clicked on his profile, reading through his bio. He had a clever way with words, and as she scrolled through, she found herself smiling. He was cute, effortlessly so, and the more she read, the more intrigued she became. He seemed... different, unlike the others, there was a quiet confidence in the way he presented himself, and it drew her in.

She stared at his profile for longer than she should have, letting her mind wander. What was his story? Was he as charming in person as his profile suggested? A small voice in her head told her she was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t help it. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to meet someone like him—to sit across from him, sharing stories, laughing at his clever remarks.

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