She was a young woman, beautiful enough to stop traffic and make the men around her pause in their tracks. She wore a silver seductive suit that made her look like a goddess. The men couldn't take their eyes off of her.
The young woman walked down the street and into an old building. The building was made out of stone and there were ivy vines around the doorways and windows. The building was old but very clean and polished looking. It looked like it had once been a church or monastery but now it was used as an apartment complex for people who lived nearby in town.
The young woman went up to the second floor where her apartment was located at the end of a long hallway on the right side of the building facing south towards downtown Los Angeles with its tall buildings reaching into the sky like skyscrapers in New York City on 5th Avenue next to Central Park South near Columbus Circle where tourists go to see famous places like Rockefeller Center (where they have ice skating during winter months), Radio City Music Hall (where Rockette dancers perform every year during Christmas time), St
The moonlight shone down on the young woman as she sat in her bedroom. She was wearing a silver, seductive suit that accentuated her curves in all the right places. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders. It was like a waterfall of silk.
Her name was [name], and she had been waiting for this day for months. She knew that this night would change her life forever, but she didn't know how or why.
She had met him at a party one week ago and he'd swept her off her feet with his charm and good looks. He looked like an angel: tall and lean with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right into your soul when he smiled at you with those perfect lips of his! He also had dimples—which is always nice because it makes you feel good about yourself when someone has them too (and let's be honest here... everyone likes to be around people who make them feel good about themselves!).
But it wasn't just his looks that won over [name]'s heart; it was also his personality! He seemed so kind and thoughtful—he made sure to bring flowers every time they went out on a date together because he said they were "pretty
She was a beautiful woman, and she knew it.
She leaned against the bar, her long, lean legs crossed at the ankle as she sipped on a glass of champagne. Her hair was swept up into an elegant chignon, and her silver dress clung to her body like a second skin. She looked around the room with interest—there were plenty of men here who would be interested in finding out what was under that dress, but they weren't her type. She wanted something more than just a pretty face and some good conversation; she wanted someone with depth.
The man sitting next to her caught her eye immediately: he had short dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and strong features that made him look almost dangerous—but it was clear from how he carried himself that there was a kind soul underneath all that muscle. The man smiled at her as their eyes met across the room; he didn't approach immediately but instead waited until she looked away before standing up from his seat and making his way over to her side of the bar.
"We haven't met," he said smoothly as he reached out for her hand. "I'm [name]."
"Hello," she replied with a smile as she shook hands with him
The woman wore a silver suit that glittered in the moonlight.
It was a beautiful night, with the stars shining bright above and the cool breeze blowing through her hair. She had never felt more alive than she did at that moment, as she walked along the sidewalk.
As she approached her destination, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw a young man walking towards her—he looked like he had just gotten out of bed, with messy hair and sleepy eyes. He smiled at her, and then stopped in front of her to ask if he could walk with her for a while. She smiled back at him and accepted his offer.
They began walking down the street together, talking about everything and nothing all at once: their favorite books; what they would eat for dinner later that night; their most embarrassing moments growing up; how they wanted to change the world for the better someday soon…
After spending an hour together like this—walking down roads lit only by the moonlight—she realized something special was happening between them. Something magical! As if on cue (and perhaps it was), lightning struck in the distance behind them…
She sat in the chair, her silver suit gleaming in the light of the room. Her hair was dark, her skin pale. Her lips were red and full, but she didn't smile. She wasn't here to smile.
She was here to work.
The man across from her said nothing as he watched her face, waiting for something to change. He didn't know what he was waiting for—maybe a laugh, maybe a frown—but he knew that when it happened, it would be worth it.
He was right: when a tear formed in her eye and slid down her cheek, he knew that this moment would change him forever.
He reached across the table and took her hands in his own, feeling the coldness of her fingers against his skin as they gripped each other tightly but gently at once; as if trying to hold on but knowing that letting go is actually what's best for both parties involved in this situation.