Jasmine halted in her tracks, more hesitant and tentative as she made her way toward the figure awaiting her at the end of the bridge. The surroundings were cloaked in a dense fog, and the dim lighting cast an eerie and mysterious ambiance over the scene.
She took her time, walking slowly and carefully. As she moved closer, the figure in the fog slowly became more visible until she could clearly see who it was through the thick fog and dim lighting. It was Randolph, as it turned out.
As Jasmine approached him with her measured and deliberate steps, she gradually began to discern his familiar form through the dense fog and dim lighting. When she finally saw that it was indeed Randolph who stood before her, a rush of emotions overcame her.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart swelle
