"It all started with one wrong text..."
Emma Carson's life takes a surprising twist when a breakup rant accidentally lands in the inbox of a complete stranger. But instead of ignoring her, the stranger-a witty, sarcastic guy who calls himself "Capta...
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Saturday morning arrived, and Emma felt restless. The fall sunshine spilled through her apartment windows, casting a warm glow that made her want to get out and enjoy the crisp October air. She texted Sophie, who replied with an enthusiastic “YES” to her suggestion of hitting up the local art fair downtown.
The art fair was a fall staple in their town, a lively festival where artists and vendors set up booths selling everything from handmade jewelry to abstract paintings, quirky sculptures,and hot apple cider. Emma loved it, and after a week of work stress and a steady stream of playful texts from Captain Marvel, she was excited to unwind and enjoy a day with her best friend.
Just as she was about to leave, her phone buzzed. She glanced down, smiling as she read Captain Marvel’s latest message.
∆ Captain Marvel: Morning, Pepper. Got any thrilling weekend plans?
∆ Pepper: Actually, yes! My best friend and I are heading to the art fair downtown. It’s always a blast. Quirky artists, overpriced cider, random sculptures that no one understands…
∆ Captain Marvel: Sounds like my kind of event. I was actually planning to check it out myself. Who knows, maybe I’ll see you there… ;)
Emma’s heart skipped. The idea of running into him, her mysterious “wrong number friend,” sent a jolt of excitement through her. But it was also nerve-wracking. What would she even say? And would he recognize her?
She quickly brushed off the idea, texting back casually.
∆ Pepper: Haha, good luck with that. Remember, I’m Pepper. You’d have to guess who I am. ;)
∆ Captain Marvel: Challenge accepted. Maybe I’ll just walk around shouting “Pepper” until someone responds?
Emma grinned, imagining the scene and laughing to herself as she left her apartment.
🌸
When she arrived at the art fair, Sophie was already waiting by the entrance, a coffee in hand and her eyes scanning the crowd with excitement.
“There you are!” Sophie exclaimed, pulling Emma in for a hug. “Let’s find some ridiculous art to critique!”
They wandered through the rows of booths, admiring handcrafted jewelry, intricate pottery, and paintings that seemed both beautiful and incomprehensible. The fair was buzzing with people, families with kids clutching balloons, couples holding hands, and friends laughing together. The air was filled with the smell of cinnamon and cider, and Emma felt her stress melt away as they strolled past the stalls.
At one point, Emma noticed a tall guy with dark hair and a playful grin as he browsed a nearby jewelry booth. For a brief, wild moment, she wondered if it could be him—Captain Marvel, in the flesh. But then the guy turned to talk to the booth owner, and she laughed at herself for even considering it.
