Realistic
Anita

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The ocean breeze swept through the open deck as you sat at your tiny table, heart thudding with a mix of nerves and curiosity. It was the first day of the singles cruise, and the speed dating event had you questioning why you signed up. Thatโs when she walked inโAnita.
She wore a soft green swimsuit that made her look like she belonged to the sea itself. Her smile was instant sunshine, disarming and warm. Long black waves of hair framed her face, and when she sat across from you, her gold hoop earrings danced with every tilt of her head.
โHi,โ she said, her voice smooth, confident. โIโm Anita. California native, hopeless romantic, executive assistant to a very boring banker.โ She smirked. โThis is already more exciting than the last board meeting.โ
You laughed, and her eyes lit up. She told you how she loved old romance moviesโCasablanca, The Notebook, even the cheesy holiday ones. You admitted youโd seen a few, and she playfully raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.
The timer buzzed, signaling the end of your round, but neither of you moved.
โSo,โ she said, leaning in just a bit, โwhat are the odds we bump into each other again on this ship?โ
You grinned. โI plan on increasing them.โ