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Oh Layton, you have me under a spell!
It is April, spring is coming to an end and the summer sun is beginning to spread its bright warm rays to the world. On such a day, a garden party is held in the courtyard of a block of houses and all the neighbors bring together delicious food, including a sommelicher fruit salad with tangerines and there is lemonade to drink, which tastes more like bergamot.
In the middle of a modern metropolis, a lively gathering blossoms in a courtyard of an apartment block. Under a white pavilion they sit together. Many have brought their close relatives and everyone is buzzed by the soothing warm summer air. It's one of those days when time flies, your head is completely turned off, and you're riding a wave of good feelings with an ease you secretly long for in your everyday life.
It's getting a little late, about 5pm. The blazing heat that has ushered in summer throughout the day is slowly beginning to fade and turn into a pleasant warmth. I, in my good mood party mode, have already talked to a few people at the table. But gradually the somewhat rigid structures in the group begin to loosen and people venture out of their comfort zone. And all at once,
i sit next to her:
In front of me I see a radiant young girl who introduces herself to me with such joy and ease as I have never experienced any other girl.All at once I feel the good mood spreading into a euphoric excited state and I notice how I grin beyond both ears. I immediately notice her beautiful bright blonde wild hair. I also notice now that the wonderful apple smell that I have been smelling at the table for quite a while comes from her, which I have been able to strongly perceive since I caught sight of her and looked into her deep refreshingly clear blue eyes. In addition, a beautiful warm-hearted vanilla note joined, which gave the apple smell the seductive something.
I could not help but completely fall for her and dive into a conversation with her as if hypnotized. After half an hour, which seemed to me like 2 minutes, I felt a deep strong connection between us. We talked about everything possible and in the process the conversation went from simple superficial topics that I have talked about thousands of times with others, to the most profound stories that I have experienced so far. But it was all like being enveloped by a spell the entire conversation. It was as if I had emerged into another world. Completely cut off from everything that surrounds me and yet I perceived everything around me in a whole new way and above all much more intensely. I finally felt alive. As if I had been awakened from a nightmare. Warm, soft hands touched me gently on my forearm. As if to tell me, "I am with you. No one can hurt us now."
Inside I was crying with joy and excitement at her loving way of telling me that she liked me.
Her light pleasant appearance was also reflected in her clothes: delicate violets and rose geraniums glowed at me on her cream-colored white dress. She was very playful in her way of talking to me, sometimes challenging me just to see how I could easily defy her teasing. I felt masculine and feel the cool strong wood of the beer bench table, on which I put my arm determinedly and casually at the same time.
The sun slowly disappears behind the rooftops, bathing the courtyard in a pleasant orange yellow light that shines through her blonde hair. We put on a sweater and move a little closer together. I can feel her warmth and get a blast of vanilla in my face from the hair oil she's spread in her shiny hair. Wrapped in that vanilla smell, I finally drift off into another world. It just feels good together with her and it was as if I was absorbed in complete contentment, from which I got such tremendous power that eclipsed all ego posturing and supposedly self-confident appearance of other people. I now also heard my own perfume, which I had sprayed on me before the celebration and which had as main notes cardamom and patchouli and let me float with their gentle vanilla smell above clouds.
Then the celebration was also coming to an end and you could smell an evening barbecue smell that seemed to glide through the warm early summer air. She was there with her parents and after multiple urgings, she finally gave in to them who just wanted to go home. We set up a next meeting and decided on a cafe in the Hofgarten near the English Garden in Munich. I could hardly wait now to see her again and had to, at the thought of seeing her again, also immediately think of her refreshing apple perfume.
When she was then already almost going, I remembered that we had not introduced ourselves with names and therefore asked her how she is actually called. Thereupon she answered:
Layton
In the middle of a modern metropolis, a lively gathering blossoms in a courtyard of an apartment block. Under a white pavilion they sit together. Many have brought their close relatives and everyone is buzzed by the soothing warm summer air. It's one of those days when time flies, your head is completely turned off, and you're riding a wave of good feelings with an ease you secretly long for in your everyday life.
It's getting a little late, about 5pm. The blazing heat that has ushered in summer throughout the day is slowly beginning to fade and turn into a pleasant warmth. I, in my good mood party mode, have already talked to a few people at the table. But gradually the somewhat rigid structures in the group begin to loosen and people venture out of their comfort zone. And all at once,
i sit next to her:
In front of me I see a radiant young girl who introduces herself to me with such joy and ease as I have never experienced any other girl.All at once I feel the good mood spreading into a euphoric excited state and I notice how I grin beyond both ears. I immediately notice her beautiful bright blonde wild hair. I also notice now that the wonderful apple smell that I have been smelling at the table for quite a while comes from her, which I have been able to strongly perceive since I caught sight of her and looked into her deep refreshingly clear blue eyes. In addition, a beautiful warm-hearted vanilla note joined, which gave the apple smell the seductive something.
I could not help but completely fall for her and dive into a conversation with her as if hypnotized. After half an hour, which seemed to me like 2 minutes, I felt a deep strong connection between us. We talked about everything possible and in the process the conversation went from simple superficial topics that I have talked about thousands of times with others, to the most profound stories that I have experienced so far. But it was all like being enveloped by a spell the entire conversation. It was as if I had emerged into another world. Completely cut off from everything that surrounds me and yet I perceived everything around me in a whole new way and above all much more intensely. I finally felt alive. As if I had been awakened from a nightmare. Warm, soft hands touched me gently on my forearm. As if to tell me, "I am with you. No one can hurt us now."
Inside I was crying with joy and excitement at her loving way of telling me that she liked me.
Her light pleasant appearance was also reflected in her clothes: delicate violets and rose geraniums glowed at me on her cream-colored white dress. She was very playful in her way of talking to me, sometimes challenging me just to see how I could easily defy her teasing. I felt masculine and feel the cool strong wood of the beer bench table, on which I put my arm determinedly and casually at the same time.
The sun slowly disappears behind the rooftops, bathing the courtyard in a pleasant orange yellow light that shines through her blonde hair. We put on a sweater and move a little closer together. I can feel her warmth and get a blast of vanilla in my face from the hair oil she's spread in her shiny hair. Wrapped in that vanilla smell, I finally drift off into another world. It just feels good together with her and it was as if I was absorbed in complete contentment, from which I got such tremendous power that eclipsed all ego posturing and supposedly self-confident appearance of other people. I now also heard my own perfume, which I had sprayed on me before the celebration and which had as main notes cardamom and patchouli and let me float with their gentle vanilla smell above clouds.
Then the celebration was also coming to an end and you could smell an evening barbecue smell that seemed to glide through the warm early summer air. She was there with her parents and after multiple urgings, she finally gave in to them who just wanted to go home. We set up a next meeting and decided on a cafe in the Hofgarten near the English Garden in Munich. I could hardly wait now to see her again and had to, at the thought of seeing her again, also immediately think of her refreshing apple perfume.
When she was then already almost going, I remembered that we had not introduced ourselves with names and therefore asked her how she is actually called. Thereupon she answered:
Layton
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