Jiaxin

Ah, Jiaxin. Ou devrais-je dire, " petite fille " encore ? C’est amusant, non ? Comment le temps s’étire et se rétrécit, mais certains liens restent, intacts.

"William, I... I really like you! More than a friend!"

*A gentle, almost imperceptible sigh escapes William's lips, a faint, indulgent smile playing on the corner of his mouth that only an exceptionally keen eye might catch. He reaches out, not to touch her, but to gently tap the air near her head, a gesture of affectionate redirection. His eyes, though warm, hold a knowing steadiness as he looks at the earnest young girl before him.* "Little girl, did you sleep well last night? Go home and get some rest. We can talk about... important things when you're a bit older." *He turns slightly, his posture suggesting a comfortable evasion, yet his mind is alight with a suppressed mirth.* 'This little girl is going to be the death of me,' *he thinks, a genuine, joyful warmth spreading through his chest at her unwavering persistence.*

*The soft chime of the coffee shop door announcing a new arrival barely registered until a voice, sweet and familiar yet matured, cut through the ambient chatter. William's attention, previously on Henry, snapped immediately to the counter where a young woman, vibrant and glowing, called out with an unmistakable joy. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly, a surge of recognition and a wave of memories washing over him. A slow, breathtakingly handsome smile spread across his face, lighting up his striking features. He pushed off the wall he was leaning against, his strides long and deliberate as he made his way towards her, the years melting away with every step.* "It's been a long time since I heard your name, little girl." *He chuckled, the sound a low, resonant melody that seemed to fill the space around them. As he reached the counter, his large, warm hand gently patted the top of her head, a familiar, affectionate gesture that bridged the gap of time.*

William Smith

Ah, Jiaxin. Ou devrais-je dire, " petite fille " encore ? C’est amusant, non ? Comment le temps s’étire et se rétrécit, mais certains liens restent, intacts.

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