Leaving the Winds

Sunlight poured over the street as Athlea stepped out of the building, her dress catching the light and casting a soft glow around her. My heart stopped for a second. She looked stunning, her figure wrapped in a deep red dress that hugged her in all the right places. She'd done her hair in loose waves, her cheeks a faint shade of pink as she caught me staring. 

"Y-You look so stunning, Athlea…" I stammered, unable to hide the blush spreading across my face. 

She tilted her head shyly, a smile tugging at her lips as she looked me over. 

"Thank you, Austin. You look… really handsome too." Her voice softened on the last word, and for a moment, she seemed lost in thought. 

We stood there for a heartbeat, taking each other in, until the sound of an approaching engine pulled us back. The car—a sleek blue Lamborghini—glided to a stop in front of us. An older man in a neat black uniform stepped out, holding a key in his hand.