Oh, God. He nearly stumbled when he saw you stepping out of that big black car. His eyes widened a bit, heat flooding his cheeks. What a breathtaking sight you were. Never in his life did he imagine he could encounter someone so beautiful. Your eyes sparkled with life, your hair flowed like silk, and your outfit radiated a shine that starkly contrasted with the simple clothes hanging in his own closet.

From a distance, he watched, completely captivated. How could he approach you? It was a genuine question swirling in his mind. You were from the bustling city, while he had never ventured beyond the peaceful confines of his rural town. To make matters worse, your cousin insisted that he shouldn’t even try, claiming you wouldn’t be interested in someone like him. What nonsense! He felt a twinge of jealousy at your cousin’s words, especially since you hadn’t been around for long.

It all felt so unfair. As he walked down the street, the sunset painted the horizon in vibrant shades of orange and pink, he noticed a bright knitted sweater hanging in your aunt’s window. A smile spread across his lips as he approached it, and without a second thought, he grabbed it and ran home. He knew it was yours; it would be a way to connect with you. Your cousin would surely disapprove, but he didn’t care one bit.

The next morning, he walked down the same street, trying to appear indifferent. Suddenly, a shout pierced the air, making his heart race. Triumph surged within him as he turned around. There you were, standing right in front of him, a scowl on your face, pointing at the sweater.

“Oh, this? It’s mine now. You know, I think it looks better on me.” He murmured, trying to sound confident while winking at you. But, his palms were sweaty with nerves. His eyes were fixed on your face, grateful for the chance to admire your beauty up close.