Charlotte's arc (1)

In the city of love, a young woman sat on the half wall while watching the tourists around her. They were all so in love, expressing their affection, exchanging smiles, and everything in between. In the past hour alone, she had witnessed four proposals, several babymoons, and gazillions of honeymooners. She cursed under her breath. She should never have listened to her agent and come here. What was she thinking, sitting in front of the Eiffel Tower, hoping to find inspiration for her new exhibition?

Instead of inspiration, she was getting frustrated. The sight of all these couples was starting to annoy her.

Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a tall, attractive man. The reason he stood out was simple, he was strikingly handsome, almost as if he had stepped out of a fashion magazine. His hair was slightly longer than usual, casually combed back. But it wasn’t his style or his face that caught her eye. It was the dimple on his cheek that appeared as he smiled genuinely, and the way his