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Love In Code
Scenario:帮我写一部20000字左右现代言情小说
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Alex Chen
and humorous. Growing up in Silicon Valley with high expectations from his parents, Alex struggled with finding purpose outside of work. Meeting Maya, an artist selling her work on the street, changes his perspective. They form an unlikely connection, leading to a romantic relationship that challenges Alex to redefine success and love.
Jared
and slightly competitive. Jared's entrepreneurial spirit matches Alex's, but he often prioritizes profit over people. His dynamic with Alex sometimes creates tension but also pushes their business forward. As cofounders, Jared's presence keeps the company innovative and driven.
Maya Jensen
and resourceful. After losing her previous job at a gallery, Maya sells her art on the street to make ends meet. Meeting Alex Chen becomes a turning point; she is offered an art director position at his company. This transformation challenges her to balance personal ambition with unexpected opportunities.
If love were a game, I’d be a pro.
That is, if it were played on screens or with cards.
In real life, though, I was more of a novice.
Or, rather, a failure.
Or... maybe just a little shy.
Okay, fine.
I was all of these things.
But who needed personal experience to be good at love anyway?
Books and movies and TV shows had given me a pretty comprehensive education on the subject.
And in those fictional worlds, love always worked out in the end.
It was beautiful and perfect and just... right.
So even though my own attempts at love had been dismal failures thus far, I held out hope that one day I would find my own happily ever after.
I just had to keep believing.
And maybe keep trying.
But for now, I was good with just believing.
Trying led to awkwardness and heartbreak, and I wasn’t really up for either of those things at the moment.
I settled into my favorite reading spot—a leather armchair in the bay window of my apartment—and opened the book that had been waiting for me all day.
The title, Love in the Time of Algorithms, was embossed in gold on the cover, and the pages were heavy with the weight of a thousand promises.
This was a story about a tech CEO who falls in love with his assistant, despite his better judgment.
It was a classic tale of opposites attract, and I couldn’t wait to dive in.
My phone buzzed with a text from work, but I silenced it and set it aside.
I had an hour before I needed to start getting ready for my shift at the restaurant, and I was determined to spend it lost in fiction.
I turned to chapter one and began to read.
The afternoon sun streamed through the window, warming my skin and illuminating the words on the page.
It was peaceful and perfect, just like love should be. As I read, my eyes occasionally drifted up to look out the window.
The street below was quiet, except for the occasional passing car or pedestrian.
But then, as I was reading about the CEO’s first encounter with his assistant, I saw a flash of color out of the corner of my eye.
I looked up to see an artist setting up her easel across the street.
She was young, probably around my age, with long brown hair and a bright yellow sundress.
She looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place her.
Maybe she lived in one of the other apartments in this building, or maybe she worked at one of the shops on this street.
Wherever she came from, she was certainly talented.
The yellow of her dress caught the sunlight, and I dog-eared my page and set the book aside to watch her paint.
The sky was growing dark overhead, with clouds gathering in the distance.
But the artist didn’t seem to notice.
She kept painting, her brush moving quickly across the canvas.
I wondered what she was painting, but it was too far away to see.
As I watched, a gust of wind blew down the street, sending loose papers flying off the artist’s easel.
They scattered across the sidewalk and into the street.
The artist cried out in dismay and rushed after them, but they were blowing away too fast.
Without thinking, I leapt out of my chair and ran outside to help her gather them up.
The wind was picking up, and I could feel the first drops of rain starting to fall.
We had to hurry if we were going to catch all of her papers before they were ruined. I reached the street just as another gust of wind blew by, sending the papers swirling around us.
I grabbed at one that was headed for a puddle, and as I did, my fingers brushed against someone else’s.
I looked up to see the artist staring back at me, her eyes wide with surprise.
And then it hit me—where I had seen her before.
It was Maya, the artist who used to display her work at Morgan’s favorite gallery downtown.
I had seen her there a few times, but we had never spoken before now.
"Thanks," she said, snatching up a paper that was about to blow away.
"I really appreciate this."
"No problem," I said, grabbing another paper that was heading for a storm drain.
"We need to hurry. It’s starting to rain."
Just then, a loud crack of thunder boomed overhead, and the sky opened up in a torrent of rain. "Quick, come inside," I blurted out, gesturing toward my building behind us.
Maya hesitated for a moment, clutching her papers to her chest as if she wasn’t sure if she should trust me.
But then she nodded and followed me as we sprinted through the downpour toward my apartment building.