Love adventure

autumn – crisp and fresh – and for Claire Williams, this season always marked a change. As a writer struggling to finish her first novel, she spent most of her

ationships, she had come to believe that love – real love – was a fairytale made for others, not for someone l

til the day

ped low in the sky, giving the world around her a soft, dream-like quality. As she sat on a weathered wooden bench, watching the world pass by, she no

arried himself – as though he was lost in thought, yet fully aware of his surroundings. Or maybe

y looked away, embarrassed by her reaction. She wasn't the type to get flustered by a s

, his presence warm and inviting. For a moment, they sat in silence,

oice deep and smooth, breaking the silence. Clai

ied, her voice barely above a

od. "I'm James," he said, ex

His grip was firm but gentle, and she could

n ease to their conversation that felt natural, as though they had known each other for years, not mere minutes. And yet

ver the park, James stood up. "It was nice talking to you,

ing as he walked away, disapp

elt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just ma