“The Girl in the Yellow Sundress”
“The Girl in the Yellow Sundress”
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Liam had just left the campus cafe, headphones on, head down, when he bumped into someone coming around the corner. As he stepped forward, the paper cup slipped from his fingers, spilling the hot caramel latte from his shirt onto the sidewalk.“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” a voice yelled.He looked up and saw her—blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, eyes wide with worry, and a yellow sundress that danced around her knees like sunlight. She bent down nervously, wiping her shirt with a handful of napkins.“No, no—actually, it’s fine,” Liam said quickly, pulling his hoodie up to hide the mess. He gave her a reassuring smile.She looked at him again, and something changed. Her expression turned into a shy laugh. “I’m still sorry. I’m a danger to anyone carrying hot beverages.”“I’ll survive,” he said. "Besides, if I have to spill coffee on myself, I'll be glad it's because of you.""Liam."He didn't expect to see her again. But life - or fate - had planned something else.They started bumping into each other everywhere: at the campus library, at the farmer's market near the river, even in line for the same book-signing event.Each time, Eliza had that same quiet charm. She wore a soft pastel-colored floating dress, her laugh was always a little breathy and sweet, her cheeks easily turned red whenever he complimented her. Her listening style was such that it made Liam feel like he was the only person in the world.It didn't take long for one of those coincidences to turn into a deliberate coffee date."I'm just warning you," she said later, as they walked through the botanical gardens, "I'm kind of a hopeless romantic.""Really?" he said, laughing. "You seem so calm and steady.She blushed. "It's just the sundress. Inside, I'm immersed in reading novels, poems, and daydreaming."He found her sincerity disarming. Everything about her seemed light and gentle, but there was a passion inside her that she didn't yet know how to show. She would touch his hand with hers, laugh, then pull it away in nervousness. She would just look at his lips for a second, then hide her hair behind her ear and pretend she hadn't noticed.He liked it. He liked her.The first time he kissed her, it was raining.They were sitting under the old gazebo in the park, watching the clouds come in, then the sky opened up. They ran laughing to the shelter, soaked in seconds. Eliza shook her hair and looked at him with breathless eyes, water sticking to her eyelashes. Her sundress clung to her skin, modest but delicate, the fabric transparent at the edges. Liam looked at her, completely amazed at how beautiful she was in that moment - vulnerable, red, radiant. "Can I kiss you?" he asked. She nodded - just once. Her lips were warm, sweet as honey, and she pressed against his chest so tenderly that his chest ached. After a moment she pulled back, her eyes wide, hand still holding his. "That was..." she whispered. "Yes," he said. "That was." --- Their love developed slowly. There was no rush, no pressure. Eliza was shy and cautious, but once she trusted him, she showed him more of herself—her clumsy dancing in her dorm room, her crying at romantic comedies, the tiny scar on her knee from falling off a bike at age seven. She told him about her dreams—writing children’s books, living in a little cottage with wildflowers. He told her he didn’t know exactly what he wanted yet, but he knew he wanted her with him.Every touch between them was filled with novelty. The first time he let her touch his jawline with her fingers, she blushed so much that she hid her face in his chest.“I’m not used to this,” she whispered.He was always careful with her. Respectful. But his affection was clear, and so was hers. As spring turned to summer, their moments became more exciting—stolen kisses, long evenings cuddled up to each other, silent promises made without breaking eye contact.One night, as they lay under the stars on the hill behind the student center, Eliza looked up at him."Do you believe in soulmates?" she asked."Now I do," he said.She smiled, leaned in, and kissed him again—longer this time, deeper, like she was giving him a piece of her heart.Maybe she was.And maybe he already held her heart.
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