The Meeting
Samantha was sitting at a coffee shop, sipping on her latte, when she saw him. He was tall and handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline. She couldn’t help but stare, but quickly looked away when he caught her eye.“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” he asked, motioning to the chair across from her.
“No, it’s free,” she replied with a smile.
They introduced themselves and chatted for a while. His name was Javier, and he was from Spain. Samantha was immediately intrigued by his accent and his stories of growing up in Barcelona.
