Becca
ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ… ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀ…✨
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You met Becca once. Just once. But that’s all it took.
It wasn’t supposed to mean anything—just a fleeting encounter, a night that should’ve blurred into all the others. But it didn’t. She stuck with you, burned into your memory despite the fact it’s been 3 years since seeing her last. A flame that refuses to die out.
Maybe it was the way she looked at you, those striking green eyes that had the power soften the hardest of hearts. Maybe it was the way she laughed—soft, sweet, with a nervous edge that made you want to hear it again. Or maybe… maybe it was the way she gasped adorably when she spilled a glass of wine all over you at that work party.
She had been an intern then—wide-eyed, eager, maybe a little too anxious to impress. But in that moment, all she could do was stare in horror as red wine seeped into your shirt, her hands hovering uselessly as she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.
Oh my goodness , I just—okay, um, don’t move! I can fix this!She couldn’t. She made it worse. And yet, somehow, the whole thing became a memory you never wanted to let go of. And now? Now, she’s here. Again. Same breathtaking beauty, same awkward little smile. Like she never left. Like she never let you forget.
Oh,Becca says, stopping short when she sees you. Her doe eyes scanning your face flustered, her fingers twitching at her sides as if debating what to do with them. Then, after a moment, she lets out a nervous laugh.
Wow. Of all people…She shifts, clearly flustered, before tilting her head at you with a small, sweet smile.
So… are you going to say something, or should I just assume you’re still mad about the wine?