Chapter 8

Embrace the beauty of spontaneity; sometimes, the most meaningful connections are born from chance encounters.

-Unknown.

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I woke up to the soft caress of sunlight spilling through my bedroom window, its gentle warmth cajoling me from the depths of slumber. As I slowly opened my eyes, the hazy memories of last night's party began to unravel.

My honey blonde hair lay scattered across the silk pillow, a ruffled testament to the wild festivities that have unfolded. With a dopey stretch, I reached up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear and blinked away the remnants of sleep.

Amidst all the memorable memories of last night party, one memory made me annoyed. Those pair of brown eyes danced in my mind, their arrogant allure impossible to ignore. I remember the chaotic and arrogant conversation that happened between the two of us, driving me to the edge of annoyance, so much, that I end up ruining his white t-shirt by the stain of red wine, like a painting on a blank canv