I'd like to meet

If Sam were to choose the world's most valuable paintings, one of them would surely be of Sophie reading a book. 

There she sat, engrossed in her book, seemingly over the ripple caused by Sam's earlier tease, having returned to her usual aloof demeanor.

Sam, who was replying to a message from Angel on his phone, found his gaze occasionally drawn to her. He admitted to himself that there was no shame in acknowledging this attraction, an opportunity many guys could only dream of.

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating her long hair draped over her shoulders, enveloping her slender figure. Unadorned with makeup, her beautiful face was as cold as ice.

The golden sunlight filtered through her hair, casting a glow on her delicate features and upturned eyelashes. Every inch touched by the sunlight seemed ethereal.