Alya had never believed that a simple evening walk could chang her life. The city park was quiet, the golden light of the setting sun filterning through the trees .She adjusted her scarf and contined along the winding path, the gentle breeze brushing against the cheeke. Tonight she wanetd nothing more than solitude, a few minutes awad from the noise of her apartment and the endless chatter of her roommates.
As she reached the small wooden bridge
overlooking the park pond , she noticed a figure leaning against the railing . A boy,
perhaps a few years older than har with dark hair thar cauht the sunlight and eyes that seemed too tknowing
too intenes. Something about him made her pause.