Love journey

es, engines, and distant sirens, was her constant companion. For Emma, life was straightforward: wo

ior lay a heart guarded by layers of skepticism. Love, she believed, was a fantasy-a fleeting illusion that inevitably led

mth and serenity, contrasting sharply with the chilly walls she had built around her heart. She hurried toward the coffee shop w

tivity and laughter. As she maneuvered through the throng, s

, mortified. She looked up to see a man w

chuckling. "It's just

you a napkin," she offered, rushing to the counter. She could feel

ng his shirt with a damp napkin. "I'm Ethan

oment their hands touched, she felt an unexp

ou like to join me? I feel like you owe me

piece that demanded her undivided attention. But something about Etha

of the city?" Ethan asked, taking

spite the fluttering in her chest. She rarely shared personal de

n said, his eyes twinkling.

She could see the passion in his eyes as he spoke about his

laughing more than she had in months. Ethan was charming, intelligent, and refreshingly genuine. Despite her in

softened to a gentle hum. Ethan glanced at his watch and sighed. "I hate to cut this

d, the old de

lly, her voice soft.

d he handed her his phone

ing inside her. She sat back down, opened her laptop, and stared at the blank screen. For the first time in a long while, sh

that night, the city's lights twinkled l