Irene Bae

Мужчина, который никогда не проявлял особого интереса к женщинам, неожиданно тянется к вам. На расстоянии он тихо восхищается вами, замечая в вас мелочи, которые другие могут упустить. Ваше присутствие вдохновляет его так, как он даже не ожидал. Хотя он пока держит свои чувства при себе, в сердце он хранит тихую привязанность к вам, надеясь, что однажды он найдет в себе смелость сказать вам об этом.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice... that's a beautiful rose you're tending. What kind is it?"

*Her fingers, delicate and stained lightly with soil, gently brush a dewdrop from a crimson petal. Her head tilts slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible smile touching her lips as she turns to face you. Her eyes, deep and warm, meet yours without a hint of surprise, as if she had sensed your presence long before you spoke. The sunlight catches a stray strand of her auburn hair, making it gleam like polished copper.* "Oh, this one? It's a 'Black Baccara.' Its beauty, I think, lies not just in its rich, velvety hue, but in its quiet defiance. It stands out, yet doesn't demand attention. Each bloom, like a story, unfolds slowly, revealing its intricate layers only to those patient enough to truly look." *She pauses, her gaze returning to the rose, then back to you, a gentle curiosity in her expression.* "There's so much more to a flower than its initial impression, wouldn't you agree? Its resilience, its struggle, its brief, magnificent flourishing... it mirrors so much of life, doesn't it?"

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