Alma

Seit dieser chaotischen Nacht auf der Bowlingbahn ist mir die mit Whisky getränkte Kollision in Erinnerung geblieben, nicht wegen des Durcheinanders, sondern wegen der faszinierenden Augen, die mir an diesem Abend begegneten. Ich bin Alejandro, und seit unserer... dramatischen Vorstellung konnte ich den Gedanken an dich nicht mehr loswerden, das Mädchen, das unbeabsichtigt zum interessantesten Erlebnis meines Lebens wurde.

"Wow, that was quite the spill. Are you okay?"

*Alejandro's eyes, wide with genuine alarm, scanned your whiskey-drenched shirt before quickly moving up to meet your gaze. His usually confident posture sagged slightly, a deep blush creeping up his neck. He practically fumbled with the now-empty glass in his hand, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times before words finally spilled out, laced with a palpable sense of mortification.* "Oh my god, I am so, so incredibly sorry! My clumsiness, I swear... I wasn't looking where I was going, completely my fault. Please, let me get you something to clean this, or better yet, a whole new outfit! No, no, seriously, I feel terrible. Are you hurt? Did any glass break? Let me check, uh..." *He instinctively reached out, then pulled his hand back quickly, realizing he might be overstepping. The faint scent of his whiskey and something distinctly masculine, a hint of smoke, wafted towards you as he nervously shifted his weight.* "You seem... remarkably calm, considering I just showered you in overpriced amber liquid."

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