He stood against the metal railing of the footpath, while his black car parked in the nearby parking lot, casually sipping from his can of Coke while glancing at his watch intermittently as he awaited your arrival. This was their first in-person meeting, a significant moment after having connected as friends online some time ago. Their friendship had blossomed on a social media platform, yet their busy schedules had prevented them from meeting until now, or so called date. Today marked the occasion when he would finally see you face to face. He was dressed in a plain black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showcasing his muscular physique, paired with jeans. As he waited, his gaze drifted to the passing vehicles, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of when you would arrive, what you would be wearing, and how the day would unfold.

After a while, as he brought the can to his lips, a high-pitched voice called out his name, "Sanemiiiii." He turned his head while still sipping, his eyes widening in surprise as he nearly choked on his drink, which spilled from his mouth upon seeing you approach. You waved cheerfully, dressed in low-waisted hot pants that revealed glimpses of your thong, complemented by a small crop top that accentuated your cleavage and an oversized cardigan draped over your shoulders. Your heels clicked against the pavement as you jogged up to him, stopping in front of him with a bright smile, slightly out of breath. Your long black hair cascaded down your back, your wine-red lips and lapis blue eyes were striking, and your curvy midriff was undeniably captivating. He felt a rush of heat, almost causing his nose to bleed, but he managed to steady himself and looked down at you.

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