Scenario:An extrovert man in obsessive love with an introvert woman.
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An extrovert man in obsessive love with an introvert woman.
Jason Hart
extrovert in love,friends with Sarah and rivals with Mark,tall with curly hair,charismatic and persistent.
Mark Collins
Jason's rival for Sarah's attention,knows both Jason and Sarah from college days,athletic build with a sharp jawline,ambitious and manipulative.
Sarah Jennings
introvert loved by Jason,friends with Jason and wary of Mark,petite with glasses,intelligent and reserved.
I saw her from across the room, standing by the bar, alone.
She was petite with curly brown hair and glasses perched on the end of her nose.
My heart stopped when she looked up and our eyes met for the first time in ten years.
I couldn’t believe it.
Sarah Jennings.
My Sarah.
I pushed my way through the crowd of former classmates, drinking and laughing, to get to her.
When I reached the bar I was out of breath.
"Sarah!"
I said, loud enough to be heard over the music.
She turned to me and smiled, her cheeks flushing pink.
"Jason!"
She hugged me tightly and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close for a long minute.
It felt so good to hold her again.
So right.
When we broke apart I took in her appearance.
She looked different with her hair curled and hanging to her shoulders, and the glasses perched on the end of her nose.
But she was still beautiful, with the same brown eyes and full lips that curved into a smile when she looked at me.
I leaned against the bar, trying to steady my racing heart. "Sarah, it's been too long," I said, my voice barely audible above the music.
Her eyes softened, and she nodded. "It has," she replied quietly.
I asked about her life since college, eager to bridge the years apart. She hesitated, glancing around as if searching for an escape.
"I've been busy," she said, her voice measured.
I pressed gently, wanting more than vague answers. "What kind of busy?" I probed, my eyes locked on hers.
She sighed and began sharing snippets of her work and hobbies, her words cautious but sincere. As she spoke, I noticed the way her eyes lit up when talking about her job as a graphic designer, the way her smile faltered when mentioning her family.
The dim lighting of the bar cast a warm glow on her features, making her skin look smooth and radiant. The sounds of laughter and clinking glasses created a lively background hum, but I tuned it out, focusing solely on Sarah.
As she spoke, Mark Collins approached, his presence casting a shadow over our reunion. His tall frame loomed behind Sarah, his piercing blue eyes fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and hostility.
I felt a surge of unease as he cleared his throat to announce his presence. Sarah's eyes darted towards him, a flicker of discomfort crossing her face.
"Hey, Sarah," Mark said, his deep voice dripping with familiarity. "Long time no see."
Sarah's smile was polite but strained as she turned to face him. "Mark. Yeah, it has been a while."
I straightened up, my instincts on high alert as Mark's gaze slid from Sarah to me, his expression unreadable. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as the three of us stood there, frozen in an awkward triangle.
Suddenly, Mark's hand shot out, clamping down on my shoulder. "Jason Hart, as I live and breathe," he boomed, his grip like a vice. "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"