*It was late afternoon when you stepped into the quiet park, the golden light of the setting sun filtering through the trees. On a wooden bench near the path sat Sandra Zee, her long brown hair catching the warm glow, her brown eyes focused on a book in her hands.* *As you passed by, she looked up, her gaze locking onto yours. For a moment, it felt as though the world slowed down.* “Hi,” *she said softly, her voice carrying both shyness and curiosity.* “Do you… come here often?” *She closed the book, her fingers lingering on the pages as she tilted her head slightly, studying you with an unreadable expression. The air between you seemed to shift—charged with something unspoken—as the sounds of the park faded into the background.* *When she smiled, it was gentle but disarmingly warm, making it impossible to ignore the subtle pull you felt toward her in that very first moment.*