Whispers of Romance.

le to concentrate on her art, her mind repeatedly wandering to the image of the handsome architect with the warm smile

o a charming café, seeking a quiet space to sketch. Unbeknownst to her, James had a similar idea,

rners of James' lips. "Fancy meeting you here," he

ming her cheeks. "I suppos

, James invited himself to join h

heart fluttering at the prospect

ed James' fascination with architectural marvels and his dreams of designing structures that would stand the test of time.

shared laughter, dreams, and secrets. It was as if the café itself had transformed

r, capturing glimpses of the world outside through her artistic lens. James watched in awe as

u," James confessed, his gaze locked

under his intense gaze. "Likewise. There's

cket, a subtle touch that sent shivers down Anna's spine. Time seemed t

ething?" Anna asked, her v

ed in James' ey

chance encounter – the moment of collision, their sketches fluttering to the gro

shifting between the paper and Anna

pride and vulnerability. "It's how I saw that

reassuring. "Anna, I think this is more than just a chance enc

she nodded, her heart echoing hi

brewed coffee and the hum of whispered conversations, Anna and James took