Blind Date Turned Proposal

Dexter was awakened by a faint and elusive fragrance. As he opened his eyes, he realized that the soreness in his body had finally subsided, although he found himself drenched in sweat. He rubbed his forehead and sat up, his gaze falling upon several white water lilies delicately arranged on the bedside table.

Sounds were coming from the small kitchen in the room. Dexter glanced over and saw Josie standing there, seemingly simmering soup, her back turned to him.

Dexter curved his lips, not wanting to disturb this tranquility.

Quietly getting up, he entered the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out again, Josie was no longer there. Dexter wondered if he had been caught in a dream. unsure if the serene scene he had witnessed before was real or a figment of his imagination.

But the soup she had stewed was placed on the table, a tangible reality.

Josie hadn’t left anything behind, and Dexter instinctively looked toward the windowsill. Still, there were no signs of it being touched.

Using a towel to dry his hair with one hand, he sat at the dining table and scooped himself a bowl of his movements somewhat sluggish as he slowly sipped it.

Her culinary skills were excellent, and it had been long since he tasted such a delectable meal.

a sense of

closed his eyes.

outer coat, and dashed out the door.

appearance. Watching the man’s figure swiftly disappear, he shouted, “Mr. Russell, please put on

was no response from Dexter.

his foot in frustration and returned

standing by the roadside, looking around the surroundings as she waited for a

soup.

her beautiful yet wistful figure drawing the attention of

hair, still damp from the shower, framed her face delicately, adding

around, meeting his eyes directly, and spoke,

you manage to catch up to me, I’ll agree to your conditions.”

Josie’s hand, walking ahead without

won the

lowered her gaze and followed beside