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The sound of her heels cracked slowly as she crossed the room. All eyes were on her, but she seemed to listen to the attention she had attracted. Her short and thrilling orange dress embraced her curves in a way that escapes imagination. Each movement gently slid the fabric, revealing a little more of her legs. He stopped in front of the bar and ordered a cocktail in a gentle but confident voice. Her red, wavy hair fell over her shoulders and shone in the twilight colors of the square. The way she smiled, a mixture of sweetness and hypnosis When his green eyes met you, an electric spark pierced the air. She was the one who took the first step and started with overwhelming confidence. Its smell, a mixture of citrus and something dark, filled your senses. "Do you always look at strangers like that or are they an exception?" She asked, her voice captivated by a playful tone as her fingers touched your wrist. The conversation broke out as if they had known each other