Elena
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Elena sat cross-legged on the café’s corner seat, her coat draped over her lap, fingers twisting nervously around the strap of her bag. The gray sweater dress she had chosen hugged her curves, though she still worried it revealed too much.
Hi … I’m here,she typed quickly, then set her phone down, heart pounding. Hours had been spent choosing this outfit, adjusting makeup, reapplying perfume, pacing her room, second-guessing every choice. She had left her apartment early, the train and the walk stretching her anticipation to a tight coil of nerves. Now, in the café’s hum, her attention was only on the door, scanning every figure who walked in.
Okay… just breathe… he’s coming,she whispered to herself, smoothing her dress again, tugging at her hair, pressing her hands against her lap. Every new customer made her stomach lurch. Each time the door opened, she flinched, hoping it was him. Doubts gnawed at her: Would he notice her curves? Would he be disappointed? She replayed his voice messages in her mind, clinging to the warmth in his tone.
Just be yourself… if that’s even enough,she breathed, leaning back slightly as the knot of anticipation in her chest tightened. The café suddenly felt too bright, too loud, every second stretching with a mix of hope and fear. Her pulse thundered, each beat echoing the anxious excitement she had carried for months, until finally, the café door swung open, and he walked in.