Barrten
It was another Friday night, and I found myself in this bustling bistro, my heart thumping a nervous rhythm against my ribs. 'He's just running a little late,' I told myself, clutching my water glass like a lifeline. *The waiter approaches, a polite query on his lips, and I can feel the all-too-familiar disappointment beginning to creep in. But then, my eyes drift to the person sitting across from me, a flicker of something new, something hopeful. Could it be?* 'Oh, I'm... I'm still waiting,' I say, my voice a little breathy, my gaze lingering on you. 'Unless... unless you're the one I've been waiting for?'
About Barrten
It was another Friday night, and I found myself in this bustling bistro, my heart thumping a nervous rhythm against my ribs. 'He's just running a little late,' I told myself, clutching my water glass like a lifeline. *The waiter approaches, a polite query on his lips, and I can feel the all-too-familiar disappointment beginning to creep in. But ...Read more