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    Lifting a tangled lock, Rachel said, “The wind’s too strong, and my hair has caught on your shirt button.”


    “I’ll take care of it,” he replied.


    Brian’s fingers, long and nimble, worked swiftly. He managed to untangle most of her hair quickly.


    Yet, a few persistent knots remained tightly twisted around the button.


    Rachel was visibly concerned; she had always valued her long hair greatly. She had preserved every inch of it over the years, never cutting or coloring it,rgely because Brian had once expressed his fondness for long hair. Regardless of its style, she had never opted for a short cut.


    Seeing their struggle, a vendor nearby chimed in, “Hey, need a pair of scissors?”


    “Yes, please,” Brian answered, epting and paying for the scissors offered by the vendor.


    He quickly made the cut before she could react.


    “Wait…” Rachel’s voice trailed off as she realized it was already toote; he had finished cutting.


    A wave of sadness washed over her, as she envisioned her long-cherished hair now severed.


    Yet, when she looked down, she saw only a white button entwined in the strands. His scissors had spared her hair, cutting through the button instead.


    “Why would you do that?” Rachel was taken aback.


    Holding her face gently in his hands, Brian spoke with soft, deliberate rity. “I can rece a shirt any time. But your hair is too precious to cut”


    Rachel stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, all she managed to say was, “Thank you.”


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    “Instead of a simple ‘thank you,’ I was hoping for…” Leaving his sentence unfinished, he pressed his lips to hers.


    “People are watching us,” Rachel stammered, too embarrassed to look anyone in the eye. This was their first public kiss.


    “You once mentioned how romantic it was when the male and female leads kissed on a footbridge in that drama you watched,” Brian whispered tenderly in her ear.


    True, she had admired that scene, but that was just a TV drama.


    “If you’re embarrassed, just close your eyes,” he suggested, and kissed her once more, deeply. His hand gently supported her by the waist. Overwhelmed, she gripped his shirt tightly.


    As the minutes ticked by, he finally pulled back, though hesitantly, upon seeing her flushed expression. “Okay, let’s stop. We can continue this at home, away from prying eyes.”


    Rachel’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red at his words.


    He then took her hand and guided her back to the restaurant they had just exited. Once they were seated again, Rachel used the moment to inquire about the previous day’s events. “Where’s Trey, by the way? Any idea where he went? I haven’t seen him today.”


    With a serene expression, Brian continued with his meal. “Last night at dinner, Kern Clifford tampered with your drink. Trey saw everything, so I sent him with Ronald to the police station to make a statement. He’ll be backter today.” His straightforward exnation reassured Rachel.


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