Close To Me

LAWRENCE'S POV

I walked into the grand auditorium, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. The prestigious University Competition had brought together the brightest minds from all over the world, and I was determined to make a good impression.

As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a girl standing confidently on stage. Her piercing green eyes sparkled as she scanned the crowd, and her bright smile lit up the entire room. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.

Who was this goddess? I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her poise was captivating. As she began to speak, her voice echoed through the auditorium, and I was entranced.

Her words were like music to my ears. She spoke with conviction, her passion for global politics evident in every sentence. I found myself drawn to her intelligence, her confidence, and her beauty.

As the competition progressed, I couldn't concentrate on anything except her. I watched her with rapt attention, mesmerized by her charm. When she walked off stage, I felt a pang of disappointment.

I had to meet her.

My mind began to race with possibilities. How could I approach her? What would I say? I couldn't just walk up to her and introduce myself...or could I?

As the audience began to disperse, I found myself searching for her in the crowd. I spotted her walking out of the auditorium, surrounded by a group of people congratulating her on her presentation.

My heart sank. I'd missed my chance. But I was determined to meet her, no matter what it took. I made a mental note to find out more about her, to learn everything I could about this captivating woman who had stolen my heart.

After everything, I searched the auditorium, scanning the crowd for a glimpse of her dark hair or bright smile. But she was nowhere to be found.

I checked the lobby, the hallways, even the parking lot. But she had vanished into thin air.

I felt a pang of disappointment and frustration. I had been so sure that I would be able to find her, to talk to her, to learn more about her.

As I walked back to my car, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had missed my chance. Maybe I would never see her again.

But I couldn't give up. I had to find her.

I pulled out my phone and started searching for any information I could find about the University Competition, hoping that I might stumble upon her name or contact information.

As I scrolled through the search results, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I would be able to find her after all.