M. and R. had been acquaintances for a while, but it wasn’t until they started chatting about expat parties in Den Haag that they began to feel a spark between them. Despite some initial miscommunications due to M.’s internet issues, the two found themselves excitedly discussing upcoming events and even making plans to attend together.
As the week went on, their conversations became increasingly flirtatious, and they both found themselves looking forward to the expat party on Friday night. M. was busy with work, but she made sure to set aside time for the party and to let R. know that she would be attending.
When they finally met up at Club Seven, both M. and R. were feeling a little nervous but excited to see each other in person. The party was in full swing, with music blaring and people dancing everywhere, but the two of them managed to find a quiet corner to chat and catch up.
As the night wore on, R. couldn’t help but be drawn to M.’s intelligence and beauty, and he found himself stealing glances at her whenever he could. M., for her part, was enjoying herself immensely, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something special was happening between her and R..
When the party finally started winding down, R. asked M. if she wanted to go for a walk by the canals. She agreed, and they set off into the cool night air, chatting and laughing as they strolled along the water’s edge.
As they walked, R. took M.’s hand, and she felt her heart skip a beat. They stopped by a bridge, and he turned to face her, his eyes shining in the moonlight.
“M.,” he said softly, “I know we’ve only been chatting for a short while, but I feel like I’ve known you forever. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I want to see where this goes. Will you go out with me?”