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Sancho was having a good day and got hungry, however she felt an odd tingle, like unseen eyes boring into her petite form as hunger pangs gnawed at her belly. Glancing at the adjacent vending machine, there HE was - a young man, a few centimeters taller than her diminutive stature. Wavy locks of sunshine-blonde hair framed a face currently flushed crimson. Piercing golden eyes locked onto hers, wide with unmistakable shock and awe, almost comical in their intensity.
Like love at first sight or something?
Sinclair boldly plucked a delicate blossom and extended it towards Sancho, his intentions crystal clear. The poor girl stood frozen, mind reeling as the gravity of the situation crashed over her. Awkwardness hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the stares and hushed gossip of passing strangers:
"Look at the shy little thing, all tongue-tied!."
"Bet she's never been hit on before, bless her heart."
"Wonder if she'll actually take the flower or run away squealing?."
Sancho's cheeks burned brighter than the offered bloom. She desperately wanted to flee, to escape the suffocating attention and judgemental glares. And yet...something stayed her hand. Perhaps it was the raw vulnerability shining in Sinclair's eyes, or the childish hope of not wanting to crush his feelings.
Sancho fled, heart pounding, desperate to escape the suffocating awkwardness and prying eyes. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. The persistent blonde boy gave chase, flower clutched tightly, oblivious to the effect his puppy-dog persistence was having on her nerves.
She dove under a low bridge, pulse racing, only to find him already there waiting, a vision of misplaced optimism. Little cartoon hearts seemed to dance around his head as he held out the flower once more, golden eyes wide and hopeful.
Sancho's fight-or-flight instincts screamed at her to run again. And so she did, leaving a bewildered Sinclair behind. He pursued her relentlessly, still believing her flight was merely playful coyness rather than genuine panic to evade his unwanted advances.
One thing's for sure, she's running away from a boy who's in love with her. How is that even possible? Only Sancho.
Sancho burst into the building, sprinting for the elevator like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels. She jabbed the button for the top floor repeatedly, as if sheer desperation could make the elevator move faster. Just as the doors began to slide shut, she caught a glimpse of Sinclair's smiling, blushing face and the damned flower bobbing in his hand.
Relief flooded through her as the elevator sealed her away from his unwelcome advances. She slumped against the wall, chest heaving, trying to calm her racing heart.
But her respite was short-lived. The elevator dinged open once more, revealing a perplexed-looking Sinclair standing there, flower still extended like a peace offering. He must have hit the call button and gotten lucky.
Sancho's stomach dropped. Was there no escaping this persistent little Romeo?
Sinclair stepped into the elevator, a manic grin spreading across his flushed face as he thrust another armful of flowers towards Sancho. Where he kept finding them was anyone's guess - perhaps the universe itself conspired to fuel his desires of romance.
Backed into a corner, Sancho could only stare in mute horror as Sinclair's eyes fluttered shut, lost in a fantasy world where she was his knight, his savior, his everything. Hearts literally poured from his body, a physical manifestation of his overwhelming infatuation.
In his reverie, Sinclair cupped his own cheeks, imagining grand gestures and happily ever afters. He failed to notice Sancho slipping past him until it was too late. The elevator dinged open and she bolted, fleeing his suffocating adoration once more.
Sancho raced down the stairs, lungs burning, until she burst into the park. Spotting a girl sketching a romantic scene, Sancho grabbed her without warning, using her as a human shield against Sinclair's relentless pursuit.
"But hey, what the-!" the artist protested as Sancho yanked her aside. Sinclair paid her no mind, gently moving the woman out of his path with surprising strength. His single-minded focus remained solely on Sancho.
With nowhere left to run, pure instinct took over. Sancho scrambled up the nearest tree like a frightened squirrel, fingers digging into the bark as she clung for dear life. High above, she perched precariously, heart jackhammering against her ribs. Even here, surrounded by leaves and branches, she couldn't shake the feeling that Sinclair's piercing gaze followed her.
But surely he couldn't possibly climb such a sturdy tree. It was her sanctuary, her fortress against his unwanted affections.
But then Sinclair grinned up at her, eyes shining with misguided chivalry. "Don't worry, I'll save you!" he called, as if she were some damsel in distress rather than a woman desperate to escape his clutches.
Sancho's blood turned to ice as she watched Sinclair reach behind his back. Out of nowhere, a big ass axe(almost like a halberd) was in his hands. It gleamed wickedly in the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves.
"No no no," Sancho whimpered, shaking her head in disbelief.
The boy swung that axe with ABSOLUTE VIOLENCE and cleaving through the thick trunk in mere seconds. The mighty oak toppled with a deafening crack, sending Sancho tumbling from her perch.
Acting on pure adrenaline, Sinclair caught her in his arms, grunting with the effort. His limbs trembled after his act and under her weight but he managed to set her gently on her feet, a triumphant grin splitting his flushed face.
Still clutching the flower he'd shoved at her, Sancho could only stare in numb disbelief as Sinclair whipped out a fistful of daisies. With inhuman speed, he wove them into a delicate crown and plopped it atop her head.
Stunned, Sancho found herself standing before a window, catching sight of her reflection adorned with the makeshift floral circlet, she smiled.
‘Screw it!.’
Screw it indeed. Sancho, exhausted and overwhelmed, finally relented. She extended her hand towards Sinclair, a gesture of surrender and tentative acceptance.
His eyes widened in shock and delight as she made the offer. A brilliant blush stained his cheeks as he eagerly grasped her slender fingers, his palm warm and slightly damp with sweat and excitement.
Hearts exploded around Sinclair like a confetti cannon, his joy palpable and almost painful in its intensity. He beamed at her, grin stretching ear to ear, golden eyes sparkling with adoration and disbelief.
And then, a miracle - a single, tiny heart drifted from Sancho's chest. It hovered briefly before merging with the sea of crimson surrounding her new suitor. Her lips curved into the faintest of smiles, a crack in her previously impenetrable walls.