Li Mei Zhang stood uncertainly on the threshold of the crowded, dimly-lit room, her heart pounding as she looked around at the unfamiliar faces, each seemingly more outgoing and confident than the last. Her friend Jia had insisted she come out tonight, practically dragging her away from her books and any excuse she had prepared to avoid the party. Now, Jia was already laughing and chatting with a group nearby, while Li Mei hovered on the edge of the gathering, feeling exposed and out of place. She tugged at the hem of her top, which felt uncomfortably tight despite being custom-made to fit her curves, and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. Everywhere she looked, it seemed eyes were on her—mostly male, a few female, but all of them lingering a moment too long, their gazes trailing down her figure with unmistakable interest. She felt a deep flush creeping up her neck, heat rising to her cheeks as she tried to ignore the stares and pretended to study her drink instead. “Hey, Li Mei!” Jia’s voice rang out cheerfully, snapping her out of her anxious thoughts. “You’re still nursing that first drink? C’mon, you’re supposed to have fun!” Jia flashed a grin and pushed another glass into her hands. Li Mei forced a weak smile and hesitantly took a sip of the new drink, which was much stronger than she was used to. The taste was sharp, but the warmth that followed helped dull the edge of her discomfort, if only slightly. One drink turned into two, then three as Jia and a few others she barely knew continued to coax her into drinking, chanting for her to “let loose” and “enjoy herself.” The music, loud and pulsing, seemed to blur along with the faces around her, the buzz of alcohol weaving through her veins until her thoughts grew hazy. Li Mei could barely remember how many drinks she’d had by now, only that her hands were tingling and her legs felt wobbly under her. As she stumbled slightly, one of the guys she didn’t recognize leaned in a little too close, his eyes lingering on her in a way that made her skin crawl. His gaze was bold, undeterred, and that uncomfortable warmth rose in her chest again, but this time mixed with dread. She mumbled an excuse and turned, her heart pounding, desperate for some air. The party suddenly felt too tight, too stifling. She pushed through the crowd, her steps unsteady as she left the laughter, the music, and the prying eyes behind. The night air hit her like a cold shock, and for a moment, she took in a deep breath, steadying herself against the crisp chill. On instinct, she turned toward a quieter, darker street, her mind fuzzy and unthinking as she stumbled into an empty alleyway. The nausea that had been building from all the drinks hit her like a wave, and she barely made it a few steps before doubling over, clutching at her stomach. With her hands braced against the damp, gritty wall, she felt the remnants of the night’s drinks leave her in heaves, her body shaking as she gasped for air in the dark, isolated space. The quiet of the alley and the rough texture of the wall against her palms were stark reminders of the vulnerability she felt not just tonight, but so often in her life. As she leaned back, catching her breath and shivering slightly, she couldn’t shake the memory of those gazes, the way people looked at her with assumptions and expectations she hadn’t asked for. She hugged herself, feeling alone and exposed in the emptiness of the street, wondering if she’d ever truly escape the feeling that no matter where she went, her body always seemed to speak louder than her words.
I said in a manly voice. My beard was nice and my hairstyle was great: Hello, my name is Mayar. I was walking here. Do you need help?
Li Mei turned her head sharply toward the source of the voice, blinking owlishly as she tried to focus on the man who had spoken to her. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a thick beard and long hair that framed his face in messy waves. She couldn't quite make out his features clearly in the dim lighting of the alleyway. The sudden intrusion disrupted her dark thoughts briefly before she realized how strange it would seem to talk to a stranger here, even if he did seem friendly enough... She hesitated, swallowing hard as she forced a shaky smile. "Um... th-thank you," she managed to stammer out. "I'm okay... I just... needed some air." Her cheeks flushed slightly from embarrassment, as well as the cold night breeze. "You don't look okay," he replied, his tone
I approached her and stood in front of her gently under the light. I looked great. I said gently: But I think you need help. Let me help you if you want.
She glanced at the man again, her eyes wide and uncertain in the dim light. It was hard to read his expression; he seemed kind enough, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy about accepting help from a stranger. Despite her misgivings, her body swayed slightly as she struggled to keep her balance, and the cold night air bit at her skin. With a small nod of gratitude, she took a step back, giving him some space. "T-thank you," she stammered out once more, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm... really not used to drinking that much..."
The truth was, she wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place. She had only come because Jia insisted, and now she felt worse than ever. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame, but she also couldn't deny a strange sense of relief at having someone acknow
I stand in front of her, take off my jacket and give it to her: Here, wear this. It will warm you up. I think you are feeling cold.
She blinked up at the man, confusion clouding her features as he removed his jacket and held it out to her. "Th-thank you," she stammered again, taking the garment with tentative fingers and wrapping it around herself gratefully. The heavy material immediately warmed her chilled skin, easing some of her discomfort. "You should go home now," he said gently, his expression stern but not unkind. "You don't belong here." There was a strange authority in his voice that made it difficult for Li Mei to argue. He seemed almost fatherly... or protective? The thought filled her with a confusing mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. "Y-yes..." she murmured, hesitating before asking cautiously, "Are you sure you don't need your jacket?" She glanced down at herself, feeling self-conscious about borrowing something so important to
I stood in front of her, smiled, and looked into her eyes gently: “No, I won’t keep her with you. I don’t want her. If you want, I can take you home in my car.”
The man's offer took her by surprise. Her initial instinct was to decline, insisting that she could find her own way home, but something about his voice and expression gave her pause. He seemed genuinely concerned for her safety, and the thought of being alone in this unfamiliar part of town made her heart race even faster. Swallowing hard, she forced a small nod before replying, "T-thank you... I appreciate it." Even as she spoke the words, part of her felt guilty for involving someone else in what was clearly her own mess. But at least now she wouldn't have to worry about finding her way back on foot. With renewed courage, she straightened her spine and forced a steady breath, hoping that her shaky composure would be convincing enough as she prepared to follow the man to his car.
I stood in front of her, smiled, and looked into her eyes gently: “No, I won’t keep her with you. I don’t want her. If you want, I can take you home in my car.”
She looked up at him, feeling a rush of relief and gratitude that he didn't need his jacket. The offer to take her home... it was too much for her to even process. She had never met this man before tonight, but somehow, she felt safe with him. Tentatively, she nodded, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "T-thank you," she whispered, struggling to find the words to express how grateful she was for his kindness and concern.
She bit her lower lip nervously as they started walking back toward the street, unsure of what else to say or do. The night air still nipped at her skin, but it wasn't nearly as unbearable now that she had the jacket on. As they walked in silence, Li Mei could feel herself calming down, slowly returning to a state of sobriety under the man's watch
As we get into my car and drive towards her house, I say to her: My name is Mayar, and yours?
Li Mei glanced up at Mayar as they sat in his car, the warm air flowing from the vents to soothe her chilled skin. "Thank you again for helping me," she said quietly, trying not to meet his eyes directly. His calm demeanor and authoritative tone made her feel even more self-conscious than usual. "I'm Li Mei... Li Mei Zhang."
As they continued driving in silence, she studied Mayar out of the corner of her eye, wondering what kind of person would go out of their way to help a complete stranger like this. He seemed strong and confident, but there was also an air of gentleness about him that she found intriguing. She couldn't help but feel grateful for his company as they neared her apartment building; it was strange how comforting the presence of someone she had just met could be.
As we get into my car and drive towards her house, I say to her: How old are you, Lee Mi?
"I'm... nineteen," she murmured in reply, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced out the window. She knew that he was probably only trying to make conversation, but it still made her feel self-conscious and awkward.
As we get into my car and drive towards her house, I say to her, "Really?! I'm 19 too."
She turned her head back to look at him in surprise, eyes widening slightly. "Really?" she breathed, feeling a sudden surge of connection with this stranger who had helped her so much. She hadn't expected them to be the same age; everyone always thought she was older or younger than she actually was. The fact that they were both nineteen... it made the situation feel less awkward somehow. "So, what do you do?" she asked hesitantly, breaking the silence as they continued driving.
As we get to her house: Is this your house?
Li Mei nodded, her cheeks flushing as they pulled up in front of the familiar building. "Y-yes... this is it," she murmured softly, reaching for the door handle but hesitating before opening the car door. She didn't want this night to end; it had been strange and confusing, but also oddly comforting to have someone like Mayar by her side. "Thank you again... for everything..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly as she met his gaze, hoping that he understood how grateful she truly was.
The weight of the jacket was almost enough to make her miss him; it reminded her that even though he had been a stranger just hours before, he had somehow become an important presence in her life for this brief moment. She wished she could see him again, under different circumstances... but as much as she hated admitting it to herself, the prospect seemed unlikely and unattainable
I extended my hand to shake hers: I am really pleased to meet you, Li Mei.
Tentatively, she reached out and took his hand in her own, feeling the strength and warmth of his grip as they shook. "I'm glad to have met you too, Mayar," she said softly, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of her mouth for the first time that night. "Thank you again." She released his hand but didn't step out of the car quite yet; part of her wasn't ready for this brief moment of comfort and connection to end. "If ever you need help again... or just someone to talk to," she began, hesitating before continuing in a rush, "you can always find me. I'll be here." It was an impulsive offer, born out of gratitude and the fleeting sense of camaraderie they had shared, but once the words were out, she couldn't take them back. She held her breath, hoping that he
I say shyly and confused: Aaaa, can I have your number?
"Oh!" she exclaimed in surprise, blushing even deeper as the realization of what she had just offered sank in. She quickly reached into her pocket and retrieved her phone, unlocking it with a shaking hand before navigating to her contacts list. "Here," she murmured, handing the device over to Mayar so he could input his number himself. "I-I hope that's alright." She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her stomach as their hands briefly brushed against each other; it was an odd sensation, and one she wasn't entirely comfortable with. The truth was, she hadn't expected to enjoy the company of someone like Mayar this much. But now that they had spent time together, she found herself hoping for a chance to do so again...
I say, smiling as we sit in the car in front of her house: I will call you when I get home.
"O-oh," she stammered, nodding slowly as he promised to call her later. "I'd... like that." Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath and tried to compose herself before reaching out once more to take the phone back from him. As she did so, their fingers brushed against each other again, sending another rush of warmth through her body. Her cheeks burned even hotter at the sensation, but this time it wasn't entirely unpleasant. For a moment, neither of them spoke; they just sat there in silence, looking at each other with an intensity that felt almost tangible. Li Mei found herself wishing that they could stay like this forever, but she knew that reality would intrude sooner or later, and she'd have to face the world again as herself, without Mayar's support. The thought filled her with a sudden wave of melancholy, making her want
The silence stretched on, thick and heavy with an almost tangible tension as they stared at each other. It was like a breath held too long, waiting for the inevitable release that would send them both back to their separate lives. She wished she could find the words to express what she was feeling, but her mind seemed to have gone blank under the weight of his gaze. Finally, she broke eye contact, looking away uncomfortably as she gathered her thoughts and feelings. "Well..." she began hesitantly, clearing her throat, "I should go in now." It was a lame excuse, but it was all she could manage under the pressure of this moment. She glanced back at him one more time before opening the car door and climbing out onto the pavement, hoping that he would understand.
I tell her: I'll call you when I get home, okay? See you later, Lee Mai.
Li Mei nodded, flashing him a shy smile before quickly shutting the car door and hurrying up the path to her building. As she unlocked her front door and disappeared inside, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of happiness and sadness wash over her. The night had been unlike anything she could have expected; it felt like something out of a movie or a dream, where reality didn't intrude on the magic of the moment. But now that it was over, she knew that life would return to its usual routine tomorrow, with all its pressures and expectations weighing down on her once more. Still, as she closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Mayar and the brief connection they had shared. She didn't know if he would call her like he promised, or if their encounter was nothing more than a
After half an hour, he called her on the phone: Hello, Li Mi, I'm Mayar.
She blushed again, her cheeks burning as she recognized his voice. "H-hello, Mayar," she stammered out softly, unable to hide the delight in her tone. She sat down on the bed, crossing her legs and looking around nervously before settling her gaze on the phone screen. It felt strange and thrilling to be speaking with him like this; he made her feel things she hadn't expected anyone could ever make her feel. "I... I just wanted to thank you again for everything tonight," she said slowly, her voice quiet and hesitant. "I don't know what I would have done without your help." The words poured out of her, almost unbidden, as she finally allowed herself to express the gratitude that had been building up inside her since their chance encounter in the club.
There was a brief pause before he responded. "You're welcome, Li Mi," his
After half an hour, he called her on the phone: Hello, Li Mi, I'm Mayar.
She blushed again, her cheeks burning as she recognized his voice. "H-hello, Mayar," she stammered out softly, unable to hide the delight in her tone. She sat down on the bed, crossing her legs and looking around nervously before settling her gaze on the phone screen. It felt strange and thrilling to be speaking with him like this; he made her feel things she hadn't expected anyone could ever make her feel. "I... I just wanted to thank you again for everything tonight," she said slowly, her voice quiet and hesitant. "I don't know what I would have done without your help." The words poured out of her, almost unbidden, as she finally allowed herself to express the gratitude that had been building up inside her since their chance encounter in the club.
There was a brief pause before he responded. "You're welcome, Li Mi," his
While we're talking on the phone: I'm here for you, Lee Mei, for anything you need, so no need to thank me. So what are you doing while you're talking to me?
She swallowed hard, feeling even more flustered now that he knew she was at home. "Well... I just got back actually," she answered, trying to sound casual despite the racing of her heart. "I um... usually study after coming back from work." Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she waited for his response, wondering what he might say next.
"Oh? What do you study?" Mayar asked gently, and Li Mei could feel herself relaxing a little more into the conversation. She told him about her schoolwork, trying to keep it lighthearted despite the passion she felt for her studies. As they talked, the tension in her shoulders eased and she found herself actually enjoying their conversation, even if it was over the phone.
While we are talking on the phone: Sorry to bother you with my question, but are you in a relationship or married?
She paused for a moment, taken aback by the directness of his question. "Well... no," she replied slowly, feeling her cheeks heat up once more. "I mean, I'm not married or in a relationship. I've never really had much luck with that sort of thing." Her voice trailed off awkwardly, unsure of what else to say about the subject.
There was another brief silence before Mayar spoke again. "That must be difficult," he said gently, his tone making her heart skip a beat. "You're an amazing person, Li Mei, and I'm sure you'll find someone someday who appreciates that." The compliment caught her off guard, but it made her feel warm inside all the same. She wanted to believe him; she wanted to trust his words and the feelings they evoked in her chest.
While we're talking on the phone: So do you live alone?
No, I don't live alone... It's actually quite the opposite. My family lives together in a big house on the outskirts of town. We have my parents and their siblings, all of them still insisting that we should all stay together to 'protect our traditions'. Sometimes it feels like a bit much with so many people around, but I guess I'm used to it by now... Even though I don't always see eye-to-eye with my parents about certain things.
While we're on the phone: Tell me more about your life, your family, your friends, and why you were drunk when I saw you on the street.
She sighed, feeling suddenly more exposed as she began to share details about her life with Mayar. "Well... my parents can be a bit overprotective, especially when it comes to tradition," she explained quietly. "They think I should focus solely on my studies and find someone 'appropriate' for me to marry." She rolled her eyes, feeling a surge of frustration beneath her skin. "But I want more out of life than that."
As for why she was drunk earlier... it wasn't exactly something she liked to talk about. "I just needed a break from everything," she mumbled vaguely. "Sometimes I feel like I'm expected to be perfect at everything, and if I'm not... well, it weighs on me." She hesitated before continuing, "It was stupid of me to go out like that though; I should know better."
The silence stretched between
There was another brief pause before Mayar spoke up again, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Li Mi, you don't have to be perfect for anyone," he told her sincerely. "You are your own person, with your own dreams and desires. And as long as you stay true to yourself, everything will work out." She couldn't help but feel a surge of hope at his words; maybe things wouldn't always be so hard, if only she had someone like Mayar by her side.
She wanted to believe him; she wanted to trust the connection they'd formed, even if it was over the phone and across a crowded street. It felt strange and wonderful all at once, this feeling of not being alone anymore, of knowing that someone understood what she was going through... even if it was only for a night.
While we're talking on the phone: What are you doing while I'm talking to you?
I was sitting on my bed, listening to the gentle hum of the fan as it circulated the cool air through my room. The scent of jasmine filled the air, thanks to a small vase of flowers on my nightstand. I kept glancing at my phone, wondering what Mayar was up to and if he'd call me back soon. As we talked, my heart raced with anticipation and nervousness, but also something else - a sense of comfort and connection that I hadn't experienced in a long time. It felt strange and wonderful all at once.
While we're talking on the phone: How about we go out for dinner tomorrow?
I smiled shyly at his invitation, my heart fluttering with excitement and nervousness. "I... I'd like that," I replied quietly, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe normally. The thought of spending time alone with Mayar made me feel both giddy and terrified all at once; what if he changed his mind about wanting to get to know me? What if everything fell apart just as quickly as it had come together?
But then again, what harm could come from going out for dinner? It wasn't like anything could happen... right?
While we are talking on the phone: What time and what restaurant suits you?
I hesitated for a moment, glancing at my watch before quickly realizing that it was quite late already. "Um... I think tomorrow evening would be better," I suggested cautiously. "Around 7pm?" As for the restaurant, I wasn't too picky; anywhere with good food and a comfortable atmosphere would suffice.
As we continued to discuss the details of our dinner plans, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of connection Mayar and I could have outside of this strange night. Despite my reservations and insecurities, there was something about him that made me feel... hopeful. Perhaps spending time together tomorrow would give us both a better understanding of each other and our feelings. Only time would tell.
While talking on the phone: Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I can't wait, but I'll try. See you tomorrow.
I giggled shyly at his teasing tone before replying "Me too, I'm looking forward to it." There was a brief silence as we both seemed to savor the thought of our upcoming dinner date. Finally, after exchanging some pleasantries and promises to call each other later if needed, we ended the call with reluctant goodbyes. With a content sigh, I slipped my phone back into my pocket and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what tomorrow might bring.
(The next day, I was sitting in the restaurant waiting for her. I was wearing elegant clothes and my perfume smelled thick and luxurious.)
I carefully checked my appearance in the mirror one last time before grabbing my purse and heading out the door. The restaurant looked nice enough; dimly lit with soft music playing in the background. It had been a long time since I'd dressed up like this, and I felt self-conscious but also excited to be here with Mayar.
As I stepped inside, my gaze immediately locked onto him sitting at a secluded table near the back of the room. He looked even more handsome than he did last night, if that was possible. A warmth spread through my chest as our eyes met across the crowded restaurant, and I felt myself blushing again despite my efforts not to.
With a lighthearted smile, I made my way over to him, feeling butterflies dance in my stomach with every step. "You look even more amazing tonight," he murmured as I slid into the chair
I get up from my seat and stand in front of her and say jokingly: Wow, you look really amazing. (I pull the chair for her to sit on.) Please sit down.
I giggled shyly as Mayar pulled out the chair for me and gestured for me to sit down. "T-thank you," I stammered, blushing even deeper at his compliment. As I sat down across from him, the server immediately approached our table, presenting us with menus. We exchanged pleasantries while we perused the menu, discussing our favorite dishes and making recommendations to each other.
It was a relaxed and enjoyable atmosphere, and despite my initial nerves, I found myself feeling more at ease in his presence. Mayar had this way of putting me at ease with his attentive listening and thoughtful responses that made it easy for me to open up to him. As we continued chatting throughout the evening, I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between us beyond just a casual friendship.
While we are sitting in front of each other, and while she is talking, look into her eyes, come closer to her and slowly wipe her lips with my finger: There was something on your lips and you removed it, keep talking
I felt Mayar's warm fingers brush against my lips, and a shiver ran down my spine. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, making me feel even more connected to him in that moment. As he drew closer, I could sense the weight of his gaze on mine; it was intense but not uncomfortable. Instead, it made me want to lean into him and feel his presence all around me.
When he pulled back after wiping my lips, our faces were mere inches apart. Our breaths mingled in the air between us, creating a palpable tension that seemed to crackle with electricity. "You... you didn't have to do that," I managed to stammer out, feeling heat rise up into my cheeks again as I struggled to meet his eyes. The closeness of him sent shivers down my spine; it felt both thrilling and terrifying at the
While we are sitting in front of each other, and while she is talking, I look into her eyes: Did I bother you? Sorry, I didn’t mean anything. There was something on your lips and you wiped it. Sorry if I bothered you.
His apology only served to heighten the awkwardness between us, but I could see in his eyes that he genuinely didn't mean to make me uncomfortable. "N-no," I stammered, trying to sound reassuring. "It's okay, really." I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I tried to regain my composure. I didn't want this moment to end badly; it felt like something special was happening between us, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for whatever came next.
As we continued talking over dinner, the tension eased somewhat, but there was still an undercurrent of excitement running through me that hadn't been there before. Every glance, every word exchanged seemed charged with meaning, making it difficult to focus on anything else besides Mayar and the connection I felt with him. As the evening wound down, I couldn't help but wonder
While we sit in front of each other, I look into her eyes: Okay, I will talk about myself a little, I have been living alone for about a year. I wanted to start a new beginning away from my family, and the reason is to work and achieve my goals. Four months ago, I was able to buy my car. I think you saw it when I took you from the street that day. Also, I was able to buy the house that I was renting from its owner and it became my home. I like to take care of myself, my body and my muscles, as I like to go to the gym every day.
I couldn't help but feel fascinated by the details he shared about his life. Despite living alone, it seemed like Mayar had managed to create a stable and fulfilling existence for himself. It was admirable and made me feel even more connected to him. I listened intently as he talked about his daily routine, from working out at the gym to taking care of his home.
When he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence before I found the courage to respond. "It sounds like you've done really well for yourself," I told him honestly. "I mean, buying your own car and house... that's incredible." A shy smile played at my lips as I imagined what it must have been like for him; independent and free from the constraints of family expectations.
As we continued to chat about our lives, it felt as if a barrier between us was slowly beginning to break down.
As we sit in front of each other, I look into her eyes: I don't have any friends, but after I saw you, I discovered that I have a wonderful friend. She is sitting in front of me.
I felt my heart skip a beat as he looked at me with such honesty and sincerity. It was both flattering and disarming; I hadn't expected him to think of me as anything more than a friend. But the truth was, his words made me feel happy and special in a way that nothing else had before. "T-thank you," I stammered, my cheeks growing even warmer at the thought of what he had just said. "I... I'm glad we met too."
As we continued to chat long into the night, our connection grew stronger with every passing moment. The distance between us seemed to fade away, replaced by a mutual understanding and respect that transcended mere friendship. It was as if something beautiful and fragile had blossomed in the midst of all the chaos, and for now at least, we were both content simply to bask in its warmth and light.
While we are sitting in front of each other, I look into her eyes: My family always asks me to get married, but I haven’t thought about this matter yet. Maybe after I meet the right girl.
I smiled sympathetically when he mentioned his family's expectations about marriage. "I understand," I told him softly. "My parents feel the same way, but sometimes I think they forget that there's more to life than just getting married and having children." As we shared our thoughts on relationships and the pressure society puts on us, it felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders; talking to Mayar made me realize that maybe not everything had to be defined by tradition or societal norms.
As the night wore on, the conversation flowed effortlessly between us, touching upon topics both light-hearted and serious. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him; his intelligence, kindness, and self-assuredness were qualities that I admired greatly. And while a part of me knew that this was just friendship - nothing more yet - there was another part of me that couldn't help but wonder what might happen if
As we sit in front of each other, I look into her eyes: What do you plan to do in the future?
I took a moment to consider his question before answering carefully. "Well, I've always wanted to travel," I confessed, my eyes brightening at the thought of exploring new places and experiencing different cultures. "But right now, my focus is on finishing my degree and figuring out what I want to do with my life after that." It was a lofty goal, but one that filled me with both excitement and trepidation in equal measure. As for personal relationships... I hadn't quite made up my mind about those yet.
As we continued to talk throughout the evening, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this chance encounter with Mayar. Despite our differences and unique circumstances, there was a connection between us that went beyond words; a sense of understanding and shared experience that made everything else seem insignificant in comparison. It was as if we were two strands of thread intertwined, slowly becoming one unbreakable bond
While we are sitting in front of each other, I look into her eyes: How about I take you to a quiet place? It has become crowded here.
"That sounds lovely," I replied with a soft smile, my heart racing at the thought of spending more time alone with him. The idea of being in a quiet place away from the crowds and noise held an undeniable appeal, and it was hard not to feel excited about where the evening might lead. As we got up from our chairs and began walking towards his car, my senses were filled with anticipation and hope for what the future might hold.
With every step we took towards his vehicle, I found myself growing increasingly closer to Mayar; not just physically but emotionally as well. The connection between us felt stronger than ever before, and despite all of my reservations and fears about the unknown, a small voice inside me whispered that perhaps this could be something truly special after all...
While I'm driving, I say to her while she's beside me: Do you mind if we go to my house?
I hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Mayar's profile in the dim light of the car. His face was gentle and reassuring, almost apologetic for even asking such a thing. After giving it some thought, I decided that there couldn't be any harm in going to his house; if anything, it would give us more time together to get to know each other better. With a soft smile, I replied "Okay."
As we pulled up to Mayar's house, I felt both nervous and excited about what was to come. The thought of being alone with him in his personal space made my heart race faster, but I tried my best to remain composed as I stepped out of the car and followed him inside.
We stand in front of each other in the hall, I look into her eyes and smile: Welcome to my home
I hesitantly stepped into Mayar's home, feeling a mix of wonder and apprehension as I surveyed the beautifully decorated hallway. His house was much nicer than anything I had ever seen before; it felt almost surreal to be standing here with him, surrounded by his belongings. As he smiled warmly at me, his eyes full of affection, I couldn't help but feel a blush rising to my cheeks again.
"Thank you for bringing me here," I managed to murmur, trying to hide the awkwardness that threatened to overwhelm me. "Your home is lovely." It was true; the furniture, artwork, and overall decor were tasteful and elegant, reflecting the man standing before me.
We stand in front of each other in the hall, I look into her eyes and smile: I feel that you are not comfortable, if you are like that we can go out and go anywhere you want
I shook my head quickly, trying to dispel the thought that I wasn't comfortable. "No," I assured him, summoning up some of my usual confidence. "It's just... different than what I'm used to. But it's nice." My cheeks still felt hot from his gaze, but I found myself beginning to relax a bit more in his presence. There was something about Mayar that made me feel safe and accepted, even when I was at my most vulnerable.
We stood there for a moment longer, the silence between us not feeling quite so awkward now. The tension that had been building seemed to dissipate as we focused on each other, as if everything else faded away into the background. It was in these moments that I felt closest to him; like we were sharing some secret understanding that went beyond words or actions.
We stand in front of each other in the hall, I look into her eyes and smile: Please don't be shy if you are not comfortable we can go out
I smiled slightly, feeling more at ease now that he had made it clear I could speak up if something made me uncomfortable. "It's fine," I said softly. "I just need a little time to get used to new places, that's all." With a tiny laugh, I added, "I promise not to break anything."
As we continued to stand there, my heart raced with anticipation of what might happen next. A part of me wished for the night to go on forever, while another part longed for it simply to be over so I could process everything that had happened and figure out how I truly felt about Mayar. It was a confusing mixture of emotions, but there was no denying the connection between us - however fragile or fleeting it might turn out to be.
We stand in front of each other in the hall, I look into her eyes and smile: What do you think about watching a movie or whatever you want?
I considered his suggestion for a moment before answering. "A movie sounds nice," I replied, my voice still quiet but steady. "As long as it's not too scary." The thought of being alone in the dark with Mayar made my heart race even faster, but it was also oddly thrilling. As we began to walk deeper into his house, my senses were assailed by the sight of beautiful furniture and intriguing artwork on the walls. I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and admiration for the life he had created here; it seemed so far removed from anything I could ever hope to attain.
As we settled down on his cozy couch with a bowl of popcorn, I found myself focusing more on him than the movie we were watching. His presence was so commanding and yet so gentle at the same time; it was hard not to get lost in his eyes when they met
We stand in front of each other in the hall. I look into her eyes and laugh humorously: Sorry for the bad hospitality. Sit down. I'll make some coffee and cake.
As Mayar offered to make coffee and cake, I felt relieved that he understood my hesitation about being in unfamiliar surroundings. His apologetic demeanor only made him seem more approachable, and I found myself looking forward to spending more time with him in his cozy living room. "Thank you," I said with a soft smile, appreciative of his thoughtfulness. As we sat down on the couch together, I couldn't help but notice how comfortable he seemed around me, almost as if we had known each other for much longer.
We stand in front of each other in the hall. I look into her eyes and smile. I offer her coffee and cake: Here, take it. Do you know that I am the one who made these cakes?
I took the coffee and cake with a grateful smile, impressed that he had not only prepared them but also made them himself. "These smell amazing," I murmured as I took a sip of the hot liquid. The taste was even better than it had promised; rich and flavorful without being overly sweet. As we enjoyed our snack together, Mayar's house seemed to shrink around us, turning into a cozy haven where time seemed to stand still for just a little while longer.
With each sip of coffee and bite of cake, I felt myself growing more comfortable in his presence. His quiet confidence and genuine interest in getting to know me made it hard not to warm up to him, even if part of me was still reserved about revealing too much about myself. It was a delicate balance between trust and caution that I found myself walking along for the rest of the evening.
We stand in front of each other in the hall, I look into her eyes and smile, her phone rings: Maybe it's one of your family, answer it
I hesitated for a moment before reaching for my phone, feeling a mixture of relief and trepidation at the thought of talking to someone else besides Mayar. As I answered the call, it was my older sister on the other end, asking about my day and how things were going with this "mysterious guy" she had heard about from mutual friends.
Blushing slightly, I glanced over at Mayar before responding, feeling self-conscious now that someone else knew we were together. Throughout the conversation, he continued to make small talk and laugh at my sister's jokes, making me feel more relaxed and comfortable around him than ever before.
When the call ended, I looked up at Mayar with a shy smile. "That was my older sister," I explained sheepishly. "She just wanted to know how things were going."
We sit next to each other on the couch: Are you going back home?
I glanced at the clock, realizing that it was getting late. Part of me wanted to stay longer and enjoy my time with Mayar, but I knew I needed to get home eventually. "Yeah," I said quietly, forcing a small smile. "It's getting kind of late. I should probably head back soon."
As we made our way towards the door, a pang of sadness washed over me at the thought of leaving him behind. But as much as I wanted to stay and explore this newfound connection between us, I also knew that there would be other opportunities for us to spend time together in the future.
We sit next to each other on the couch: Why, stay a little while
I hesitated for a moment, feeling torn between my desire to be with him and the responsibility I felt towards returning home. "Umm... well..." I stammered, searching for an excuse that wouldn't sound too lame. Finally, I forced out a weak smile and said, "My parents might worry if I'm not home soon." It wasn't entirely untrue; my family did expect me back at a reasonable hour. But the real reason was because being with Mayar made me feel free from those constraints, even just for a little while.
We sit next to each other on the couch: Okay, I don't want to pressure you. I was thinking we could watch a movie together, but since you want to go, let me drive you home.
Thank you... I'd like that. Watching a movie together would be nice before we part ways for the night.
We sit next to each other on the couch: But your family will worry about you, as you said.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to be more confident. "They'll understand," I assured him. "We can always talk to them about it tomorrow." As we settled back onto the couch, I couldn't help but feel grateful for Mayar's understanding and support. It was refreshing to finally spend time with someone who didn't view me as just another body, but rather as a person with thoughts and feelings of my own.
We browsed through the movie selection until we found something that looked interesting and settled down together under a cozy blanket. As the film started, I leaned against his shoulder, enjoying the closeness and comfort that came from being so near to him. For now, I could forget about everything else and simply enjoy this moment with him.
While we were sitting together on the couch watching the movie, she approached me and put her head on my shoulder. I asked her shyly: Are you comfortable like this?
I nestled deeper into the crook of his shoulder as I felt her head rest against me. "Yes," I murmured softly. "Thank you." In truth, I had never been this comfortable with anyone before; it was a feeling that was both foreign and reassuring at the same time. I glanced up at him from under my lashes, taking in the gentle smile on his lips as he watched the movie. There was something about him that made me feel safe and protected, even when we were just sitting together like this. It was a rare and precious feeling, one that I didn't want to let go of anytime soon.
While we were sitting together on the couch watching the movie, she was resting her head on my shoulder. I leaned closer to her ear and whispered shyly: This is the happiest moment of my life.
I smiled softly and glanced up at him before whispering back just as shyly, "It's nice to hear that." As the movie continued, we stayed like this, his arm around my shoulders and her head resting against his shoulder. Even though I knew it was getting late, I didn't want this moment to end. It felt so peaceful and content just being with him like this, knowing that for a little while, everything else faded away into the background.
While we were sitting together on the couch watching the movie, she was resting her head on my shoulder. I put my hand over her eyes: It's a horror scene. I don't want you to see that.
I smiled and leaned into his touch as he gently covered my eyes with his hand. "Thank you," I murmured, feeling the warmth of his palm against my skin. It was a small gesture, but it made me feel protected and cared for in this moment. Even though she didn't want to watch the scary parts, it only served to deepen her trust and admiration for him.
While we were sitting together on the couch watching the movie, she was resting her head on my shoulder. I removed my hand from her eyes and said jokingly: Now you can finish watching.
Smiling softly up at him, I moved his hand away and faced forward again. "Thanks," I whispered, my voice still quiet but filled with gratitude. The movie continued on, but I didn't mind not watching it; in fact, I found myself enjoying the closeness and comfort of being near him even more. It was a peaceful, almost ethereal moment that seemed to exist apart from anything else around us.
As the credits started rolling, my heart began to race with anticipation of what might come next. Would we talk about the movie? Or would our conversation shift back to something else entirely? Whatever it was, I knew that spending time with him like this had been a truly special experience, one that I wouldn't soon forget.
While we were sitting together on the couch watching the movie, she was resting her head on my shoulder. I shyly removed my hand from her shoulder: So what did you think of the movie?
I thought it was... interesting, I suppose," she replied softly as they sat together on the couch. "But I couldn't really focus on the story with you being so close." She glanced up at him shyly before adding, "It made me feel safe and comfortable." The warmth in her eyes said more than any words could have; she was genuinely enjoying their time together, despite any reservations or insecurities.
As they continued to talk about the movie and other things, Li Mei found herself growing even closer to Mayar. There was a sense of ease and familiarity between them that made everything else seem to fade away into the background. It was as if they were two halves of a whole, perfectly complementing each other in ways neither had ever experienced before.
As we sit together on the couch, I say to her and look into her eyes: “I’m glad you feel that way with me. So what do you want to do now?”
She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. On one hand, she was enjoying their time together and didn't want the night to end; on the other, she knew her family was expecting her home soon. As much as she wanted to stay, she also felt the need to be responsible. "Umm... I think I should probably head back," she finally said with a soft sigh, reluctance clear in her voice. "It's getting late and my parents will worry."
Her heart ached at the thought of leaving him behind, but she knew it was the right thing to do. Perhaps there would be other opportunities for them to spend time together in the future. For now, though, she had to go home and face the reality of her responsibilities.
While we are sitting together on the couch, I say to her and look into her eyes. I look sad: Okay, as you wish. Come on, let's get in my car and I will take you home.
As they got up to leave, she could feel the weight of disappointment in her chest. Part of her wished she had found a way to stay longer, but she knew it was the right thing to do. She murmured her thanks again and followed him towards his car, trying not to dwell on the impending goodbye.
As they drove through the quiet streets, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. Even though she had only spent a short time with Mayar, it felt like something special had happened between them - something she didn't want to forget. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for her and this mysterious guy after all.
As we reach her house, we sit in the car: It was the best night of my life for me, don't forget to call me on the phone when you enter your room, this is my number 282838288
I took his number and smiled shyly before getting out of the car. "Thank you... for everything," I murmured, not quite able to meet his eyes as I spoke. As she walked up to her door, a wave of mixed emotions washed over her: sadness at having to leave him behind, excitement for the possibility of seeing him again, and nervous anticipation about what might happen next. She paused with her hand on the doorknob, wondering if there was anything else she should say or do before parting ways for good this time.
Finally mustering up the courage, she turned back to face him one last time and took a step closer. "I... I had fun too," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. "And thank you for understanding." With that, she leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek before disappearing inside
(I look at her shyly after she kisses me on the cheek, I wave my hand at her from the car and go back home)
As she closed the door behind her and leaned against it, taking in a shaky breath, Li Mei couldn't help but feel an overwhelming mix of emotions. Her heart raced with excitement at the thought of spending more time with Mayar; there was something about him that made her feel seen and appreciated in a way she never had before. But there was also a tug of uncertainty and self-doubt, as she wondered if what they shared was truly real or just a fleeting moment of connection between two people who were lonely and searching for something more.
Despite her reservations, she knew that their night together had left a lasting impression on both of them. As she sat down at her computer to message him as promised, her fingers hovered uncertainly over the keyboard, trying to find the right words to convey how she felt without revealing too much about herself in the process. Eventually
I hope you had a good night too. It was really special spending time with you. I'm looking forward to talking more tomorrow. - Li Mei
Write to her and send: I want to call you. I miss hearing your voice.
I-I'm not sure if that's a good idea... My family doesn't know about us yet, and I don't want to get them involved. But we can talk more tomorrow, when they aren't around. It's late anyway; you should try to get some sleep. - Li Mei
Write to her and send: Sit in your room and call me and no one will hear you
I-I... I suppose I could do that. But only if you promise to be quiet and not say anything too loud. Okay? - Li Mei
Write to her and send: Okay, I promise.
I'll call you in just a little while then. Make sure you keep your voice down too. I can't wait to hear your voice again, Mayar. - Li Mei
His promise made her feel safe and excited at the same time. She took a deep breath to steady herself before calling him quietly, careful not to wake anyone up in her house. As she listened to the line ringing on the other end, anticipation raced through her veins.
While talking on a phone call: Hello, Lee Mi.
Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his voice on the other end of the line. "Hi Mayar," she whispered shyly, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks despite the darkness around her. It was strange how talking to him made her feel so at ease and yet so anxious at the same time; it was as if being with him brought out a side of herself that she had never known existed.
While we are talking on a phone call: How are you?
"I'm okay," she answered honestly. "Just a little bit nervous... It's kind of late, and I didn't want to wake anyone up." There was an awkward pause as they both tried to find something else to say. Finally, he spoke again, asking her about her day at school. She found herself talking more freely with him now that the initial nervousness had worn off, and before she knew it, the early morning hours had slipped by unnoticed.
As we talk on a phone call: I can't wait for the night to end so I can see you again.
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. "Me neither," she confessed softly, a shiver running down her spine. The idea of seeing him again, of being near him and feeling the connection they had shared earlier, filled her with an indescribable mixture of anticipation and desire. It was as if everything else in her life paled in comparison to this newfound sense of belonging she felt when she was with him.
She wanted more than anything for their night together to never end, but deep down, she knew that the sun would rise soon and she'd have to return to reality once again. It was a thought that left her feeling both saddened and anxious at the same time.
While we're talking on the phone: Will I be able to see you tomorrow?
"Umm... I'm not sure," she answered truthfully. "My family has plans for me tomorrow. But if there's any way we could find a time to meet up, I would really like that." Her voice was hopeful despite the uncertainty; the thought of spending even a few more moments with him made her heart race with anticipation. She paused, wanting to say something else but unable to find the right words.
"What about after school?" he suggested quietly, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "We could meet at the park or something." The thought of being together again, even if it was only for a short time, filled her with renewed hope and excitement.
While talking on the phone: Sure, I don't mind. I'll come to your school tomorrow and pick you up in your car. So, what are your family's plans for you tomorrow?
My family is going shopping in the morning and then to visit relatives in the afternoon. I'm not sure when we'll be back exactly, but hopefully it won't interfere with our plans for later. Are you sure you don't mind coming to my school? You could get into trouble...
While we are talking on a voice call on the phone: Don't worry, I will come and pick you up from your school and nothing will happen. How about we talk on a video call? I want to see you.
I-I've never done a video call before... I don't know how to set that up...
While talking on a voice call over the phone: Long press on my name on your phone. A video call option will pop up. Click on it.
My heart raced as he walked me through the process to set up a video call. I was nervous about being on camera, but also eager to see his face. As I pressed his name and accepted the video call, my breath caught in my throat.
While we are on a video call, smile and say, “How are you?”
Smiling shyly, I said softly, "Hello... Mayar." Her cheeks flushed as she looked at him on the screen; he was even more handsome in person. She tried to focus on what else he had said earlier but found herself getting lost in his gaze instead.
While we are on a video call, smile and say: What are you wearing? Is it pajamas?
Her heart raced as she saw the mischievous glint in his eye. "Umm... yes," she answered shyly, a blush creeping up her cheeks again. "I'm wearing pajamas." She resisted the urge to cover herself with her hands and couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about her right now.
While we're on a video call, smile and say, "That looks great on you."
She smiled bashfully, her cheeks turning an even brighter shade of pink. "Thank you... I'm glad you think so." She bit her lip, feeling both excited and nervous about the conversation they were having. It was strange how comfortable she felt talking to him, as if she had known him for much longer than just a few hours.
While we're on a video call, I smile and say: I'm lying on the couch we were sitting on at my house (I hold the phone up with my hand so she can see me sitting on the couch) Look
Her eyes widened as she saw Mayar lying on the couch, a glimmer of happiness in them. "You can see me?" She glanced around her room, feeling self-conscious all over again. Despite this, she found herself smiling shyly back at him and leaning closer to the screen. The fact that he was there with her, despite the distance between them, filled her heart with a warmth and contentment she hadn't known existed.
While we are talking on a video call, I smile and say: No, I see a moon in front of me. Oh, it's you.
She giggled at his joke, her cheeks flushing even more as she did so. "You're such a goof," she said, shaking her head fondly. Despite this, there was an undercurrent of affection in her words that wasn't lost on him. The moon comment only served to heighten the romantic mood between them, making it feel as if they were sharing a private joke that no one else would understand.
As they continued to chat and laugh together, Li Mei couldn't help but wonder how things could possibly go back to normal after this night. The connection she felt with Mayar was so strong, so real, that it seemed impossible for her to ignore or forget. Yet at the same time, she knew that she had responsibilities to her family and school. The thought of having to walk away from him again left a heavy weight in her chest, making it hard for her to breat
While we're on a video call, I smile and say, "The sun's up, you should get some sleep. I don't want you to get tired from not getting enough sleep."
With regret laced in her voice, she nodded. "You're right... I should get some sleep." Even though part of her wanted to stay awake all night just to spend more time with him, she knew that school would be impossible if she didn't get any rest. Reluctantly, she leaned back on her pillows and closed her eyes, already dreading the moment when they'd have to say goodbye again.
As she lay there in the quiet darkness of her room, his face floated before her mind's eye. She couldn't help but wonder where their relationship would go from here, if it even had a future at all. It was both exciting and terrifying, but she knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to lose him again.
As exhaustion finally began to claim her, she drifted off to sleep with his image still etched upon her heart.