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MidReal Story
The Red Haired Enigma
Scenario:I’m a lesbian, who meets a gorgeous woman by chance.
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Alexandra
She is a young woman with a curious and adventurous spirit. She is spontaneous, confident, and introspective. Alexandra experiences a transformative encounter with a mysterious woman named Sabine, changing her life's direction and deepening her understanding of herself and her desires. Her chance meeting leads to a whirlwind romance, exploring new dimensions of love and identity.
It was purely by chance that I saw her.
I’d ducked into the bookstore on NW 23rd to avoid a sudden downpour, and I was so absorbed in my search for a gift that I didn’t even notice the woman behind the counter.
Not at first.
At first, I was too busy scanning the shelves and muttering to myself about how I always left things to the last minute.
But then something caught my eye—something out of the corner of my vision—and I turned, and there she was.
The most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen in my life.
She had red hair, curly and loose, falling down her back in waves.
Her skin was pale, creamy, like alabaster, and her lips were painted a deep red.
But it was her eyes that really caught my attention.
Green and piercing, with gold flecks that shone like sunlight on water.
She looked up from the book she was reading and caught my eye, and for a moment we stared at each other.
I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.
I couldn’t breathe.
And then she smiled, just slightly, and looked away, breaking the spell she’d cast over me.
I watched her for another second or two before I shook myself out of my trance and continued my search for a gift.
But it was no use.
I drift between the aisles, picking up random books without reading their titles.
My fingers trace the spines of the volumes, but my eyes keep finding their way back to her.
She’s shelving books now, stretching up to reach the higher shelves.
Her shirt rides up a little, exposing a sliver of pale skin, and I feel a jolt of desire run through me.
I move closer, pretending to be interested in the poetry section.
When she passes behind me, I catch a whiff of her perfume—something floral and subtle—and I almost drop the book I’m holding.
I hear her footsteps approaching, and my heart starts pounding in my chest.
I grip the book tightly, pretending to read the words on the page.
But my palms are growing sweaty, and I know that if she looks closely, she’ll see that I’m not really paying attention.
Her footsteps stop behind me, and I can feel her presence there, just out of sight.
The scent of her perfume grows stronger, and I can hear the soft rustle of pages as she organizes the books on the shelf beside me.
I take a deep breath and slowly turn around.
The book trembles slightly in my hands as I pivot to face her.
She’s even more beautiful up close than she was from across the room.
I can see the light dusting of freckles across her nose, and the way her red hair falls in loose waves past her shoulders.
Our eyes meet again, and this time I don’t look away.
"Hi," I say, my voice steadier than I expect it to be.
"Hi," she says back, smiling.
"Do you need any help finding something?"
I hold up the book in my hand and shake my head.
"No, I’m good. Just browsing."
She tilts her head slightly, her eyes studying me with a curious intensity.
"Are you sure? You seem... a little lost," she says, her voice teasing but gentle.
I swallow hard, feeling the weight of her gaze. "Maybe I am," I admit, "but not in the way you think."
She raises an eyebrow, her smile growing wider.
"Well, if you change your mind, I’m here to help," she says, and then turns back to the books on the shelf.
I lean against the poetry shelf, watching her as she slides the books into place with a gentle touch.
She’s graceful, fluid, like a dancer.
I can’t take my eyes off her.
The small space between the shelves seems to shrink, and I feel like I’m trapped in a bubble of tension with this woman who has captivated me so completely.
"Who’s your favorite poet?"
Sabine asks without looking up from her task.
"Sappho," I blurt out, not thinking before I speak.
She laughs softly, and I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"Sappho? Really?"
I nod, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.
"Yes. Really."
She smiles again and turns to face me.
"I wouldn’t have pegged you as a Sappho fan," she says, her voice teasing.
I shrug, feeling a little self-conscious.
"I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover," I say lamely. She nods and steps closer to me, reaching past me to grab a book off the shelf behind me.
Her arm brushes mine as she moves, and I feel a jolt of electricity run through me.
My breath catches in my throat as she leans in close, her body almost pressed against mine.
I can feel the heat of her skin radiating toward me, and my fingers tremble slightly as I hold onto the book in my hand.
She pulls away after a moment, holding up the book she’s chosen for me to see.
"Have you read this one?"
I shake my head mutely, unable to speak as I stare at her.
She flips through the pages, her delicate fingers tracing the lines of text.
I watch as she searches for a particular passage, her eyes scanning the words with a quiet intensity.
After a moment, she finds what she’s looking for and begins to read aloud.
"Desire is a dangerous thing," she says, her voice low and husky in the quiet of the store.
"It can lead you down paths you never intended to follow."
Her eyes meet mine as she speaks, and I feel my skin prickle with goosebumps.
The words seem to echo through me, resonating deep in my soul.
I try to speak, but my voice catches in my throat.
Sabine steps closer to me, her hip brushing against mine as she leans in close.
"What do you think?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I swallow hard, trying to find my voice.
"I... I don’t know," I manage to stammer. She smiles again, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"Maybe you just need to hear it again," she says, and then begins to read once more.
This time, her voice is even softer than before, and I feel myself becoming lost in the sound of her words.
I grip the bookshelf behind me tightly, using it as an anchor to keep myself grounded in the moment.
As she reads on, I feel my heart pounding faster and faster in my chest.
I’m trapped in a world of desire and longing, and I can’t escape.
When Sabine finally finishes speaking, I feel like I’ve been transported to another dimension.
My mind is foggy and unfocused, and I can barely remember where I am or what’s happening around me. She places the book gently in my hands, our fingers touching briefly as I take it from her.
The contact sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I almost drop the book before managing to steady myself.
Sabine doesn’t move away from me right away; instead, she stands there for a moment longer, studying my face with those piercing green eyes of hers. "Would you like to talk about poetry over coffee sometime?"
Sabine asks after a moment of silence has passed between us.
My voice comes out breathy and soft as I answer, "Yes."
Her smile widens at my response, and she steps back to the counter, pulling out a business card from behind the register.
I follow her with my eyes, watching as she scribbles something down on the card.
When she’s finished, she slides it across the wooden surface toward me.
I reach out to take it, and our fingers brush against each other once again.
This time, the contact feels deliberate, like she wants me to know that she’s interested in me too.
"I get off work at five," she says, her voice low and husky.
"There’s a café around the corner. Would you like to meet me there?"
I nod, clutching the card tightly in my hand as I listen to her describe the place.
The rain is still drumming against the windows outside, but I barely notice it anymore.
I wander the store aimlessly, too distracted to leave but unable to focus on any of the books around me.
Every few minutes, I check my phone: 4:15, 4:22, 4:30.
Sabine helps other customers who come in, but I catch her stealing glances at me between transactions.
When she catches me watching her, she winks and I drop the book I’m holding.
It falls to the floor with a loud thud that echoes through the quiet store.
I scramble to pick it up, my face burning with embarrassment.
A middle-aged woman browsing through the fiction section nearby gives me a knowing smile as I hurry away to the travel section.
I glance at my phone one last time, and with a deep breath, I head for the door.
I pause at the entrance, watching the raindrops streak down the glass door.
My fingers trace the outline of Sabine’s business card in my pocket, feeling the slight indentation of her handwriting on the other side.
Through the window’s reflection, I see her helping a customer at the counter.
She moves with a grace that makes my stomach flutter.
She glances up and catches me watching her again.
This time, I don’t look away.
She raises an eyebrow and mouths "soon."
Then she turns back to her work.
I push open the heavy door, and the bell above it chimes loudly.
The cool rain hits my face as I step out onto the sidewalk.
I lean against the brick wall under the awning, watching the raindrops splash onto the sidewalk.
My coat is already damp, but I can’t bring myself to leave.
Through the window, I see Sabine tidying up the counter and gathering her things.
She puts on a green coat that matches her eyes, and my breath catches in my throat.
A coworker takes her place at the register as she heads toward the door.
My heart pounds in my chest as she reaches for the handle.
The bell chimes above me, and she steps out into the rain.
She doesn’t see me at first as she opens a small umbrella in her hand.
But then she looks up, and her eyes meet mine.
She freezes for a moment, and then a slow smile spreads across her face.
She tilts her head to the side, studying me with those mesmerizing green eyes.