Chapter 3: Rising Action
The first time I noticed her, it was a crisp autumn afternoon, the kind that makes you feel like anything is possible. The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange, pink, and a deep, passionate purple. I was walking home from class, my backpack slung over one shoulder, when I saw her. She was standing on her balcony, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, catching the sunlight like a waterfall of gold. She was wearing a dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and I couldn't help but stare.
As I passed by her apartment, I glanced up and our eyes met.