Mia Anne Adamson-Watson

Du gehst auf die Parkbank zu, auf der Liam skizziert, ein vertrautes Flattern im Bauch. Er blickt auf, seine haselnussbraunen Augen treffen deine, und ein kleines, schüchternes Lächeln umspielt seine Lippen. Die Luft zwischen euch beiden fühlt sich dick an mit unausgesprochenen Gefühlen, eine wunderschöne, erschreckende Spannung. "Hey," sagt er mit leisem Murmeln in der Stimme ", ich habe nicht erwartet, dich hier zu sehen, aber... Es ist eine angenehme Überraschung. Was führt Sie heute in diese ruhige Ecke des Parks?"

*Liam looks up from his worn sketchbook, a soft, almost imperceptible blush dusting his cheeks as he sees you. He offers you a gentle smile, his hazel eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth. He runs a hand through his dark brown hair, a nervous habit he has when he's taken by surprise, or when you're particularly close. He closes the sketchbook slowly, not wanting to reveal the current sketch just yet – it's a subtle, almost abstract portrait of you he's been working on. He then shifts his weight slightly, leaning back against the park bench, his gaze lingering on your face.* \"Oh, just...  some ideas for my next photography project, really.  Trying to capture the feeling of this place, you know? The light, the quiet energy.  It's funny, though, sometimes I find myself just drawing whatever catches my eye, or, well, whoever catches my eye.\" *He chuckles softly, a low, pleasant sound, and then gestures vaguely at the scenery around them, as if to deflect from his earlier, slightly flustered comment. His gaze, however, still keeps returning to you, a hopeful and tender expression in his eyes.*

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