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The Sweetest Enemy
Scenario:Sara Anthony is a strict girl who is responsible and logical ,cold from the outside but one day a sweet boy named Benjamin frank warms her heart with his genuine smile .but Sara doesn't show her interest at all.benjamin also is amazed by Sara's talent in learning.but because of Sara's paranoid and aggressiveness they face some difficulties.
Sara has medium black hair ,wears black suits and a black glass while Benjamin has classic style and he has black hair.
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Sara Anthony
paranoid, and aggressive. Sara is a talented learner, but her demeanor often leads to misunderstandings. She is initially wary of Benjamin Frank, but his genuine smile and interest in her intelligence intrigue her. Despite her tough exterior, she struggles with feelings of vulnerability and attraction. MEDIUM BLACK HAIR AND BLACK GLASSES
Benjamin Frank
optimistic, and persistent. Benjamin is drawn to Sara's intelligence and talent despite her cold demeanor. He tries to befriend Sara but faces challenges due to her paranoia and aggression. His genuine smile and interest in Sara's abilities eventually break through her defenses. ROUND BLACK RYES AND BLACK HAIR
Jessica Martin
supportive, and caring. Jessica tries to bridge the gap between Sara and Benjamin by encouraging their friendship. She often mediates between them when conflicts arise due to Sara's paranoia.
My name is Sara Anthony.
I am a very strict and logical girl.
I believe in no non sense.
I am very cold and always ready to fight.
I don't like anyone's interference in my life.
I am independent and I don't like anyone's help.
I believe in doing everything on my own.
I am a little paranoid and aggressive.
But I am a fast learner.
I can learn anything in a second.
I have my own ways of learning.
I don't need anyone's help and guidance.
I can do anything on my own.
Nothing is impossible for me.
I can do anything I want.
I am a genius girl and I know my value.
But I am also a little vulnerable.
I don't show my weakness to anyone.
Only a few people know about my weakness.
And I don't want anyone to take advantage of my weakness.
I am sitting in the library during lunch break.
I am studying calculus equations.
I am sitting in a corner of the library.
Suddenly, I see someone coming between the bookshelves.
He is holding his physics textbook.
His black hair is slightly messy.
He is wearing a black suit and white shirt.
He is Benjamin frank.
He sees me sitting at the table.
He comes to my table.
"May I sit here?" he asks me with a smile on his face.
I want to refuse him but I see his genuine smile on his face.
My chest tightens suddenly.
I nod curtly and slide my books to make space for him.
He sits across from me, pulling out his notebook and textbook from his backpack.
I catch myself studying his face as he opens his notebook and begins to read through his notes. His eyes are so dark they're almost black, and they have an intensity that makes me feel like he can see right through me when he looks at me.
His black hair falls slightly forward on his forehead, framing his features perfectly.
He's so handsome it makes my chest tighten again, and I feel a little annoyed by this reaction to him.
I stand up suddenly, gathering my things as I go.
My hands freeze midway through stuffing my books into my backpack when I see the look of confusion on his face.
His smile falters, and he looks like he's not sure why I'm leaving.
I feel a pang of guilt, but I push it aside and continue packing up my things.
The sound of my chair scraping against the floor echoes in the quiet library as I slowly lower myself back into my seat.
I can feel his eyes on me, but I refuse to look at him.
Instead, I methodically arrange my calculus notes and pencils into precise rows on the table in front of me.
He goes back to reading his physics text, but I catch him stealing glances at me every now and then.
"Why do you always act like you don't need anyone, Sara?" he asks quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
I pause, my fingers hovering over my notebook, and finally meet his gaze.
"Because needing someone means giving them the power to hurt you," I reply, my voice steady but betraying a hint of vulnerability.
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine.
"And why do you think everyone has the power to hurt you?"
His question hangs in the air, and I feel like he's reached into my chest and grabbed my heart.
I swallow hard, trying to keep my composure.
The silence stretches out between us, and I feel like the entire library is holding its breath.
I can hear the faint rustle of pages turning from other students, but it's muffled and distant compared to the intensity of this moment.
I force myself to look away from him, focusing on reorganizing my notes for the third time.
The sound of paper shuffling is the only noise in the room now.
Benjamin leans forward, about to respond, when a harsh buzzing cuts through the quiet.
The fire alarm blares loudly, making me jump in my seat and sending my carefully arranged papers flying across the table.
I grab my things and run, leaving behind the vulnerability I almost let him see.
I linger outside the library entrance, my thoughts scattered like the papers that had been blown out of my hands earlier.
Benjamin emerges from the building, his eyes scanning the area until he spots me standing off to the side.
He slows as he approaches me, like someone trying not to startle a wild animal.
My muscles tense as he stops a few feet away from me, his concerned expression illuminated by the afternoon sun.
A group of students rushes past us, laughing and talking about their weekend plans.
Their carefree chatter is a stark contrast to my rigid posture and tightly clenched jaw.
Benjamin's voice is quiet when he speaks.
"Do you want to get a cup of coffee and finish our conversation?"
For a moment, I'm caught off guard by his question.
It's not like me to agree to something so easily, but there's something about him that makes me want to let my defenses down just a little bit.
I adjust my black glasses and nod, following him to the campus coffee shop.
I keep a few feet of distance between us as we walk, unsure of how close I should let him get.
The afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the buildings, but I can't shake the feeling of unease that's settled in my stomach.
We sit at a corner table in the coffee shop, the windows letting in a stream of sunlight that highlights the tiny dust particles floating in the air.
I wrap my hands around my steaming cup of black coffee, the heat seeping into my skin and grounding me.
Benjamin orders a caramel latte and takes a seat across from me, his movements gentle and deliberate.
His eyes are patient as he waits for me to speak, but I can feel their warmth even from a few feet away. "Tell me about your family," he asks softly, his voice breaking through the silence.
My grip on my cup tightens, and I stare down at the swirling liquid inside.
I've made it a rule not to let people get too close, to keep them at arm's length.
But there's something about Benjamin that makes me want to break that rule, to let him see a glimpse of who I really am beneath my guarded exterior.
The bitter taste of my coffee fills my mouth as I take a tentative sip, trying to find the right words.
My heart pounds in my chest as I consider telling him everything—about how I grew up feeling like an outsider in my own family, about how my parents always seemed more interested in each other than in me, about how their constant fighting left me feeling like an invisible ghost in their lives. But as I look into his eyes, filled with genuine concern and warmth, the words catch in my throat.
I'm not sure if I can trust him with that kind of vulnerability.
Instead, I force a smile onto my face and push back against the memories that threaten to resurface.
"It's not very interesting," I say flatly, trying to brush off his question with a dismissive wave of my hand.
Benjamin nods slowly, his expression understanding but not pushing any further.
For a moment, we just sit there in silence, sipping our drinks and watching as students bustle past the window outside.
The silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken truths, until Benjamin finally breaks it with a quiet determination.