—The sun was going down over the beach. Valentina was sitting in the sand, her back pressed up against the wall. In her lap she had a little notebook in which she wrote notes or scenes for a story she was writing. She knew she properly shouldn’t be out this late—but she felt somehow drawn to the beach, as if she knew something was going to happen. It was quite chilly, and she shivered slightly, but choose to ignore it. It felt wonderful to be on her own, with no worries or cares.
Looking down into the paper, she started writing a small scene, much like the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet;; where two lovers meet properly for the first time, and they know that it is true love from the moment they lay eyes on each other. It almost brought tears to her eyes, it was quite beautiful, some of the best she had written in her own opinion, maybe she could get far with this; maybe she could even get something published one day. But for now, it would only be her stories, that no one else could read but her.
Valentina had been far to busy to notice the man that was walking down the beach, his gaze quite certainly locked on her. If she had seen him, she would properly have blushed up fiercely, but she didn’t— not before he was relatively close to her. She looked up at him, her blue eyes fixing upon his as she send him a careful and shy smile; “May I help you?” She asked softly.
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