83 Hello Chelsea

~Anthony~

Breaking the spell, I cleared my throat, prompting Chelsea to look up from whatever she was engrossed in. Her eyes, large and expressive like a doe's, met mine. It was as if time stood still for a moment, allowing me to take in the details of her features. Full, pink lips, a face perfectly contoured yet softened by gentle edges – she was the epitome of delicate beauty, a fragile charm that I felt the need to handle with care.

Without lingering, Chelsea gracefully rose from her seat and bowed, a gesture of politeness that caught me off guard. It was a touch of formality that seemed unexpected, given the casual setting. It made me wonder about her background and upbringing.

Realising that she might not recognise us, I took a step forward, eager to bridge the gap. She didn't seem like someone who followed television, or perhaps she simply hadn't connected our faces to any public personas. In any case, I extended a hand in greeting, ready to introduce ourselves.

"Hello, Chels