It was a typical Tuesday afternoon when I first saw her. I was at the local coffee shop, hunched over my laptop, trying to finish a paper that was due the next day. The place was buzzing with the usual crowd - students cramming for exams, freelancers tapping away at their keyboards, couples whispering sweet nothings over steaming mugs of coffee. I was so engrossed in my work that I barely noticed the world around me. That is, until she walked in.
Her name was Sage.
She was unlike anyone I had ever seen. She had a wild mane of long, silky hair that seemed to have a life of its own, and her eyes were a vibrant green that reminded me of a forest in springtime. She wore a simple white dress that contrasted with her sun-kissed skin, and she moved with a grace that was captivating.
I watched as she ordered her coffee - a double espresso, no sugar - and took a seat at the table next to mine. She pulled out a sketchbook and began to draw, her hand moving effortlessly across the page. I found myself mesmerized by her, by the way she seemed so at peace in her own world.
I mustered up the courage to speak to her. "Excuse me," I said, my voice sounding more nervous than I would have liked. "I couldn't help but notice your drawing. It's really good."
She looked up, her green eyes meeting mine. For a moment, I was lost in them. Then she smiled, a warm, genuine smile that made my heart skip a beat. "Thank you," she said. Her voice was soft, yet confident. "I'm Sage."
"Milo," I replied, returning her smile. We fell into easy conversation, talking about everything from art to our shared love of disney movies. She was witty and intelligent, and I found myself drawn to her in a way I had never experienced before.
As the afternoon turned into evening, I realized I had completely forgotten about my paper. But I didn't care. I was too engrossed in Sage, in her stories, in her laughter. I knew then that this was the beginning of something special.
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And that's how I met Sage. On a typical Tuesday afternoon, in a crowded coffee shop. And so, our story continued. Two souls, brought together by chance, falling in love in a bustling city. It was unexpected, unplanned. But it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
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(WIP) The Dream That Gave Me Hope.
Short StorySix months after Sage goes missing, her best friend Milo is still haunted by her disappearance. He can't focus on anything, and he's starting to lose hope. But then he has a dream that gives him new hope- Sage is running away from him, but this dre...
