As they stood there, hands touching, Anita felt a spark of electricity run through her body. It was as if time had slowed down, and all that existed was the two of them. Angel's eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled, and Anita's heart skipped a beat.
"I love your art, Anita," Angel said, her voice low and sincere. "It's like a window into your soul."
Anita's cheeks flushed as she looked away, her heart racing. No one had ever understood her art like that before. "Thank you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
As they parted ways, Anita couldn't shake off the feeling that she had just met someone special. She spent the rest of the evening in a daze, her mind replaying the moment they touched.
Later that night, as she was packing up her art, Angel appeared beside her. "Hey, Anita, can I walk you home?" she asked, her eyes sparkling in the dim light.
Anita's heart skipped a beat as she nodded, her pulse racing with excitement. As they walked through the quiet streets, the night air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the sound of their laughter.
The connection between them was palpable, and Anita knew that her life was about to change in ways she never imagined.