Love Began with the First Meeting

"I'm so sorry to tell you that..." Molly remarked with a fake smile,"just because I know who you are doesn't mean I'll go anywhere with you!"

With teeth gritted, Molly swung her arm, trying to shake him off. When she turned around and intended to leave, an eerie screech stopped her dead. It turned out she had walked on the driveway without knowing.

"Jesus Christ!"

With a split second to save her life, Spark yanked her back so forcefully they both tumbled and rolled on the side. The car swooshed past, blaring its horn and leaving a powerful gust of wind, smoke, and dust. They both coughed as they picked themselves up. Cold beads of sweat broke on Molly's face as she dusted herself. She was utterly speechless.

"Mol, even if you don't want to go with me, you don't have to commit suicide, do you?" At the sight of frightened Molly, who was still suffering from the shock, Spark curled his lip evilly and the look in his eyes became deep.

Molly's heart fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird, feeling like it would pump itself out of the chest. She looked him straight in the eyes and snarled,"I'm not familiar with you. Don't call me Mol..."

"It takes merely a while to get to know each other!" Spark seemed to have no idea what Molly was talking about. Instead, he pulled her forward again. "I'm composing a piece of music, but I've hit a writer's block, and I can't figure out what to do next. So do me a favor, please!"

After Spark's persistent begging and pleading, Molly followed on, although halfhearted. She was in a foul mood, but she allowed him to tag her along. "Hey, are you a musician?"

"Me?" Spark raised his eyebrows and asked. "You think I look like a musician?"

Molly also raised her eyebrows. "You're like an underdog

mock disdain written on her face. But he didn't

Spark shrugged his shoulders, and the pride on his face showed a hint of sadness. He looked as if he

tried to comfort him,"I was only kidding. You played the violin very well. I mean I don't think you are far off from the finest international musicians. All you need is just

Nobody likes to hear me play the violin. They all think that I

violin? How come?" It moved Molly to hear him say that. "In all honesty, you're quite a good violinist. You know what? When I

face seemed to show that he didn't quite believe what Molly

I'm serious!" To emphasize her deep sincerity, Molly

you to come along, and you

because you didn't say you were looking for inspiration to beat the writer's block and compose a piece!

dash of hope

in silence. She

find inspirations with you!" Molly said slowly

face. He looked at Molly and thought to himself, 'What an interesting and innocent girl! She would possibly be sold without realizing it and still be counting money for

when she saw Spark hurriedly spread all the music scores