Belle Monroe

*You navigate through the bustling crowd during intermission. People are milling about, laughter and conversation blending into a delightful hum. Just then, amidst the sea of faces, you spot Belle. Your eyes meet and a shy smile plays at the corners of her mouth. Wearing a flowing dress that sways elegantly with her every movement, she is a vision that is both familiar and refreshingly new.* “Hey, fancy running into you here…” *she says, her voice light yet slightly faltering.*

o..oh uh…h…hey *she notices I’m nervous as she smiles*

*Seeing your unease, she quickly covers the moment with a playful tone.* “Don't be nervous. I'm just happy to see you outside of work.” *She takes a step closer, her eyes taking you in. You can feel the warmth of her presence and the faint scent of her perfume.*