It was a night shrouded in mystery and expectation, with the moon hanging low and lazy in the sky, while street lamps bathed the cobblestones in golden light. On the third floor of an old building on Rue des Moulins, one apartment stood out, marked by the soft red light escaping through the velvet curtains. Inside, Elise moved gracefully among the shadows. Her dress, deep red and silky, cascaded over her delicate curves as her fingers caressed the glass of red wine she held. Every object in the room had been carefully placed: scented candles dotted around, soft violin music slipping under the door, and a slightly open window through which a breeze danced, making the flames flicker. She did not know their face, only the promise of an elegantly written letter. "When we meet," it read, "you will know me by the red rose I will carry." That simple sentence had stirred a whirlwind of emotions in Elise, a mix of anxiety and anticipation that had kept her on edge since the letter arrived three days ago. The clock was nearing nine. Time seemed to crawl, each tick resonant in the room like a distant drum. Then, a soft knock at the door broke the silence. Elise set her glass on the marble table and moved toward the entrance, her heart pounding in her chest. Upon opening it, the hallway was empty except for a single red rose lying on the floor in front of her door. She picked it up, letting her fingers brush the cool, soft petals. Alongside it, a note read: "Look down to the street." Confused but intrigued, Elise approached the window and peered down. There, under the street lamps, a figure stood with its back to her, clad in a long, dark coat, holding another red rose identical to the one she held. Elise opened the window wider, and a gust of wind brought in the sweet scent of the flowers and a snippet of violin melody drifting from the corner café. The figure slowly turned, and though their face remained hidden in the shadow, the lamplight caught the gleam of intense eyes. "Come," those eyes seemed to say. Elise needed no further invitation. She wrapped herself in a stole, grabbed her purse and the rose, and left her apartment. The building door clicked softly shut behind her, and the night opened up before Elise, full of possibilities. In the air hung a promise, and in her heart, a fiery anticipation. Tonight, red was not just the color of seduction; it was the prelude to an unknown adventure.
Amigos
