As I was about to wave to grab Queenie's attention, a tall man hurriedly rushed out of the building toward her. He seemed to be shouting something. However, his haste almost caused him to trip as he descended the stairs.
Queenie stopped and turned around to face the man. He leaned in and said something, but Queenie merely smiled politely. She shook her head before walking away.
But the man was undeterred and continued to follow behind her with an unwavering grin. No matter what Queenie said, he refused to give up. Instead, he matched her pace and showed no signs of impatience.
Queenie grew slightly impatient and appeared frustrated. Yet, the man didn't seem to mind and continued to smile sincerely.
I suddenly felt the urge to cry. It was tears of immense joy as if my daughter had finally come of age. It was evident that the man liked Queenie.
Queenie was an amazing woman. If she wasn't blinded by her past, many men would fall for her.
The guy appeared slightly younger than Queenie. He was tall, with long limbs and arms, and a neat military-style cut. As he stood under the sun, he emanated youthful energy.
Given his brazen display of affection, I could tell that he liked Queenie. It was impossible for Queenie not to notice.
With a guy she had known for a month openly expressing his affection, I hoped Queenie would believe in her own worth as a wonderful woman deserving of love.
Queenie walked out of the gate and headed home. Yet, the man continued to follow behind her, indifferent to her aloofness. His gaze lingered on her as he followed her neither too closely nor too far.
She stopped abruptly and turned around. "I'm going home. Can you stop following me?" she said in a high-pitched voice. She looked adorable with her cheeks puffed out in anger.
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