8:00 pm
We finish our meal and head out to the pier next to the restaurant.
Halfway down the pier, I feel Marcel's hand touch mine. I turn to smile at him and he does the same. He then slides his hand into mine and our fingers interlock.
Time passes by like a flash as we stay for a while on the pier and talk, then walk around the little village of shops near the pier. Marcel is such a great guy, he's so sweet, and kind, and funny. Not a minute with him was boring.
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Date with a Stranger
FanfictionA story between two strangers who develop a special bond after a day of spontaneous adventures.
