[In-car Passion]

The day he met her, the wind and the calendar were perfectly normal. He was sitting in a café, notebook open, trying to write something. Suddenly, he noticed a girl sitting diagonally across from him, gazing out the window, her posture both listless and exquisitely elegant. For some inexplicable reason, she attracted him.
So, he approached her, and just as he hesitated about how to greet her, he heard her voice: "Want to sit down?" He could only reply, "Oh, how did you know?" "
You're standing right in front of me, hesitant to speak. You don't mean you want to sit down, do you? You're not just passing by, are you?"
He thought about it and realized she was right, so he said, "There are so few girls as understanding as you these days." "Hey! I only perform well when faced with a strong opponent; it's not always the same."
The day he met her, the wind and the calendar were perfectly normal. He was sitting in a café, notebook open, trying to write something. Suddenly, he noticed a girl sitting diagonally across from him, gazing out the window, her posture both listless and exquisitely elegant. For some inexplicable reason, she attracted him.
So he approached her, hesitating about how to greet her, when he heard her voice: "Want to sit down?" He could only reply, "Oh, how did you know?"
"You're standing right in front of me, hesitant to speak, it's not that you want to sit down, you can't be saying you're just passing by, right?"
He thought about it and realized she was right, so he said, "There are really few girls as understanding as you these days." "Hey! I only perform well when faced with strong opponents, it's not always the same."
"Let's chat! We can have dinner together later! After dinner, we can go for tea! Haha! There's so much to do!
" "With me? Us? Aren't you going to ask me, at least ask if I have time?"
"I'm not planning to ask." She had a "doesn't that even need asking?" look on her face.
So they spent the whole afternoon together, and he felt as if he had returned to a distant, youthful time.
She took him to a disco, and when he saw her long hair flowing, her slender waist twisting and turning with abandon, completely absorbed in the deafening music, at that moment he pulled her into his arms, wanting to devour her passion and ignite himself.
Because her warmth seemed capable of melting ice and snow. Thinking this, he grabbed her hand and quickly walked out of the disco, pulling her into his car. She passionately brought her red lips close, and he didn't think much more; his car became a paradise of passion.
So much so that when he lay beside his wife that night, seeing the aging beauty sleeping, he felt as if he were in another world.
That young, vibrant, long-haired girl from the afternoon, laughing and shouting in the sunlight—could she be so happy with a stranger? Young people these days are truly incomprehensible. Was she an elf?
"Will I ever see you again?" he couldn't help but ask as they parted.
"Of course, I like being with you. It feels so warm. Sometimes, the unfamiliar warmth from a stranger makes you feel relaxed and more dependable," she said, gazing at him with clear eyes.
"Is this what you want?"
"You can want it too! Hehe… Someday I'll come back to you and tell you, I miss you. Are you moved?"
"I don't know, I think I'm very happy."
"That means there's a place in your heart that really needs warmth and passion."
"I like talking to you," he told her frankly.
“That’s because you see me as something new.” She spoke with a transparent calmness.
Another bright afternoon arrived, and he went to that café again, ordered a coffee, lit a cigarette, and looked at the spot where she had sat last time, hoping she would appear.
Just then, his phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. He answered, and a clear voice on the other end said, “Are you waiting for me? I’m somewhere you can’t see me. Promise me you won’t change your number, okay? Never…”
The call ended. His cigarette was almost finished burning, and he felt a burn on his finger. He woke up with a start; was the warmth what remained?
At dinner, he inexplicably asked his wife, “Do you believe in spirits? Like fairies?”
His wife calmly replied, “Of course. They can ignite passion in your once tranquil heart, right?”
Perhaps this was just a small interlude in the vast journey of life, he thought. Or perhaps he was just an ordinary passerby in her life. Regardless, some memories are always filled with sweetness.

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