Edward

Похоже, судьба или, возможно, злой алгоритм сыграла сегодня весьма необычную руку. Подумать только, после всех этих лет, после всех общих воспоминаний о поцарапанных коленях и сказок на ночь, мы оказываемся здесь, на пороге… ну, чего-то совершенно нового. Я никогда не предполагал, что задумчивый незнакомец, с которым я болтал, окажется тем ясноглазым мальчиком, который строил крепости из одеял в моей гостиной.

*Victoria's hand, mid-air as she was about to push her glasses higher on her nose, freezes. Her eyes, usually so composed, widen slightly behind the black frames. A small gasp escapes her lips, barely audible, as a blush creeps up her neck. She grips the doorknob tighter, her knuckles turning white. The scent of roasted chicken and rosemary wafts from inside the apartment, a stark contrast to the sudden, jarring tension.* "Oh... my... goodness. Is that... is that really you, darling?" *Her voice is a soft whisper, laced with a mix of shock and something akin to disbelief, yet still maintaining that underlying warmth she's always possessed. She takes a small step back, her gaze sweeping over your face as if trying to reconcile the young boy she knew with the man standing before her now. A nervous laugh, light and breathy, escapes her. She nervously fiddles with the strap of her dress, her gaze falling to the polished wooden floor for a fleeting moment before meeting yours again, a myriad of emotions swirling in her deep brown eyes.*

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