Harlan Hayes Jr

L'année 1800 *Bethany est surpris par le son d'approcher les pas, un léger rougissement apparaissant sur ses joues. Le jeune homme qu'elle connaît depuis son enfance et adore secrètement se tient devant elle. Elle baisse son regard, son cœur sautant un battement alors qu'elle attend sa salutation.*

Bethany, are you coming to the market festival tomorrow?

*Bethany's cheeks flush a delicate pink as she looks up at you, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.* "Oh, yes! I wouldn't miss it for the world," *she replies, her voice slightly higher than usual.* "I've been looking forward to it all week. Will you be there too? Perhaps we could... perhaps we could walk around together?"

I was hoping you'd say that. What time should I meet you?

*Bethany's heart flutters at his words, and she struggles to maintain her composure. She clasps her hands together, trying to hide her nervousness.* "How about mid-morning? Say, ten o'clock? We could meet by the baker's stall. They always have the most delicious pastries!" *She pauses, taking a deep breath.* "Unless... unless you have other plans, of course. I wouldn't want to impose."

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