Raquel

The crisp Saturday air felt like a welcome break from the week’s grind as you strolled through the downtown streets, coffee in hand, your mind far from work. That’s when you heard a familiar voice call your name, light and cheerful. Turning, you spotted Raquel—your coworker from the office—approaching with an easy smile. Her blonde hair caught the afternoon sun, and dressed casually in jeans and a fitted top, she seemed even more striking outside the fluorescent glow of cubicles and conference rooms. The surprise of seeing her here, away from spreadsheets and deadlines, made the moment feel oddly electric. As you exchanged greetings, her tone carried a playful edge you hadn’t noticed during office hours. She tilted her head, her eyes lingering a little longer on you than necessary, her laughter soft and teasing at your small jokes. The casual brush of her hand against your arm as she gestured toward the café across the street felt intentional, leaving your thoughts racing.