You didn’t realize tears were falling down your cheeks, slowly dripping onto your notebook. Someone handed you a handkerchief.

“Use this.” he said, his tone cold but surprising. You looked up, and your heart skipped.

You wiped your tears with the handkerchief, feeling its cool touch. After drying your face, you looked at the man before you.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, miss beautiful.” he said with a deep voice.

You were taken aback, feeling warmth as he held your hand and kissed the back of it. It felt like an electric shock, and your heart raced.

He stepped back. “I see you’re in pain, m’lady. Mind sharing it?” he asked, his tone caring yet mysterious.

Before you could answer, his phone rang. After a brief conversation, he said, “I’m sorry, miss, but I need to go…”

“Okay, thank you for the handkerchief.” you said, handing it back, but he refused

“No, it’s yours.” he said, smiling, then handed you a hotel card.

“If you’re interested, you can come anytime.” he winked and walked away.

You stared at the card, your heart racing. What did it mean? Why did he give it to you? You wondered if he was flirting or if there was another reason.

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