As Charlotte walked out of the building, she sensed a bit of thirst and cravings for a glass of milk. Unconscious about Smith whereabouts, she scanned the vicinity for any place she could grab her craving. As the sun unapologetically waves heat all over her, she chanced upon a charming diary shop with bottle of milk stocked up in it’s fridge. The scent of creamy milk and baked goods swimming out to greet her. As she stepped into the old store, the bell above the door tingled, and the scent of creamy milk filling the air around her. She had been craving a cold glass of milk all day, but she didn’t know, that her cravings lead to an encounter. As she made her way to the counter, she unexpectedly crossed path with Smith’s, his hand cradling two bottles of ice cold milk like a precious treasure. With a smile, Smith offered her a bottle of milk, as he said, “I think you might be want to have a taste of this.” Charlotte’s gazed at Smith and smiled as Smith’s fingers brushed against hers, t
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