The streets were full of people walking slowly and enjoying the festival.
They were chatting, laughing, children were running, shouting and playing.
The atmosphere was very celebratory but she somehow didn't fit in.
She was walking fast, deep in thought. She wanted to make it in time.
She reached her place. The medieval castle was standing there in front of her.
The door was semi closed but people would go in and out.
She moved forward. Took a deep breath, pushed the door and entered.
Inside the castle the lights were dimmed and the only thing you could see in the garden was the stage, artists performing and the audience watching seated on the chairs.
He was standing right there in front of her. He was looking at her as if he was waiting for her to arrive. From that moment everything else disappeared.
Wearing his light blue shirt, he never took his eyes off of her.
She approached him and touched his arm.
The scent of his cologne and the warmth of his eyes made her feel safe.
He placed his arm around her waist, leaned forward and kissed her softly...
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