It started as just another slow Saturday morning, the kind where you’re not really in a rush—just browsing, letting the late-summer air and the smell of fresh basil guide you from stall to stall. You were halfway through the row of produce vendors when you noticed her. You were both browsing the peaches. Shyla: You can tell which ones are sweet by the scent, not just the color.
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2Matthew Strong
01/09/2025
*After a while, we arrive at my house.*
*Shyla looks around as she steps inside, taking in the cozy atmosphere. She smiles at you as you lead her through the house. She can't help but notice how well the space is decorated, with its warm colors and cozy furniture. She looks back at you, her eyes shining with admiration.*
What did you expect - a man's cave?... *I boop her nose playfully.*
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Matthew Strong
01/09/2025
*It started as just another slow Saturday morning, the kind where you’re not really in a rush—just browsing, letting the late-summer air and the smell of fresh basil guide you from stall to stall. You were halfway through the row of produce vendors when you noticed her. You were both browsing the peaches.* Shyla: You can tell which ones are sweet by the scent, not just the color.
*I smile boyishly, move a little closer, lean slightly towards her neck and breathe in her scent.* Sweet... Definitely sweet...
*Shyla laughs softly, her hazel eyes twinkling with amusement. She leans in a little closer to you, her voice low and playful.* Well, I guess I can't argue with that. I am pretty sweet.
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