As I arrived at her doorstep, I parked my bicycle in the small foyer provided and approached the door with a sense of anticipation. With a customary knock, I awaited her response, unaware of the eagerness that awaited on the other side. In a swift motion, she opened the door, as if she had been eagerly anticipating that single knock, remaining in close proximity to it.
Her attire was a delightful sight to behold. She adorned a beautifully refreshing, summery yellow midi dress, adorned with delicate white flowers that danced across the fabric. The ruffled sleeves gracefully caressed the smooth, glistening skin of her shoulders, while the V-neck showcased a hint of alluring cleavage. With every movement, her locks gracefully bounced upon her collarbone, as if beckoning the wind to weave through them.
