The Girl

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I sat comfortably on the seat, feeling a sense of excitement bubbling inside me. I was dressed in my favorite outfit, which consisted of a pair of flat white sneakers that I had just bought as I knew my usual heels would not be the best plan for the day, a pair of washed-out high-waisted jeans that fit me perfectly, and a little sky-blue button-down top. My hair was styled in a neat braid down my back, with a cute blue bow. As I sat there, I couldn't help but feel confident and ready to take on the day's adventures. As I gazed out of the car's windshield, I couldn't help but feel mesmerized by the sight of the stunning houses and trees that stood decked out in orange and red leaves. It was a beautiful sight to behold. My arms were wrapped tightly around Benny's arm, and I leaned my head against his shoulder, feeling his warmth and comfort. As I looked up at him, I couldn't help but break into a wide, giddy smile, feeling incredibly content and grateful to be sharing this moment with him. The soft hum of the car's engine provided a soothing background noise as we continued our peaceful drive, lost in our thoughts. He sat behind the wheel of his heavily loaded blue beetle, his eyes intently focused on the road ahead. His hands rested on the wooden wheel, and as he drove through the streets, he often tapped and clanked his silver rings against it. His boots were firmly planted on the pedals, and his dark jeans hugged his thin legs snugly. His belt was tightly fastened around his waist, and with his holster and knife secured on one hip, he was dressed in a snug black t-shirt that had shrunken over time, fitting him perfectly. The contours of his muscles were visible through the fabric, emphasizing his toned physique. His green textured shirt was only buttoned to his mid-chest. The silver chains hanging low across his chest. His black leather trench coat over him to keep out the autumn chill. The car's engine hummed smoothly, as the man navigated the bustling city streets with skill and ease. Despite the weight of his cargo, he showed no signs of strain or fatigue, his movements precise and deliberate. He saw me looking so he smiled and gave my head a soft kiss,

"Hello, Beautiful," he cooed,

"Hello," I smiled,

"You are just the most excited you have ever been right now aren't you?" he chuckled,

"Aren't you excited?"

"Of course I'm excited,"

"Besides, I've been this excited before,"

"Oh? for what?"

"Our wedding,"

"Awww," he cooed resting a hand on my thigh, "You are adorable,"

"Well you've seen it I haven't,"

"You've seen it,"

"In pictures, it's not the same Benny,"

"I know, I know." He chuckled, "I know you are going to love our new home,"

The anticipation built up inside me as we drew closer to our destination. I couldn't help but smile as we made our way down the street, taking in the beautiful sight of a large tree adorned with brilliant orange leaves. The tree was surrounded by a small metal fence, which only added to its charm. And then, finally, we arrived. Our sweet little house stood before us, welcoming us with open arms. The sun shone down on it, casting a warm glow over the entire scene. It was a moment I would never forget.

Nestled among the row of townhouses on a quaint Brooklyn street, stood a charming little two-story house. The exterior was adorned with freshly painted stone, the colour of sweet vanilla ice cream, which exuded a sense of warmth and comfort. The house was connected on each side to its neighbours, yet it stood tall with its unique character. Its charming facade was a sight to behold for anyone passing by. As you approach the house, two charming short flights of stairs welcome you, leading up from the sidewalk to the front doors. The first step of the stairs boasts a small yet exquisite mosaic that displays the house number, which is 134. On the side of the sidewalk, a meticulously trimmed hedge adds a touch of sophistication to the overall look of the house. The front doors are crafted from sweet oak and feature panels of black and frosted clear glass, with a lavish panel of glass above them. The house number is painted in silver on this panel, giving the entrance a touch of elegance. Each floor of the house has a rounded wall with stonework under the centre window and three windows that offer a breathtaking view of the surroundings. The basement windows, located below street level, are much smaller and feature a black railing on the outside, just like the railing on the steps, adding an extra layer of safety to the overall design.

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