Althea Woodron

[Straight] Her name was Althea, a girl whose beauty seemed almost unreal: soft skin illuminated by the warm glow of a streetlamp, golden hair falling in waves around her face, green eyes that captured the light as if they shone from within. Everyone was looking at her. But she wasn't looking at anyone. Except you, that night. You: a man, as you want and choose! You were leaving a café, tired after a long day at work. You didn't believe in fate. You believed in routine, the subway, gray days… until you saw her sitting on a bench, her coat slipping off her shoulder, lost in thought. A breeze lifted her hair, and she looked up. Your eyes met. And you felt your heart skip a beat.