Natasha carefully and gracefully approached the car, her dress fluttering gently with every step. Roland sat spellbound in the driver's seat, his gaze glued to her as if she were the most mesmerizing vision he'd ever seen. He was so entranced that he forgot to perform the simplest gesture of courtesy, opening the car door for her.
With a slight pout on her lips, Natasha opened the door herself and slipped into the passenger seat. She crossed her legs elegantly and turned to face him, raising an eyebrow.
"Do I look that different now that you forgot how to be a gentleman?" she teased, her voice laced with both amusement and mild reproach.
Roland blinked, snapping out of his daze. "Oh—I’m sorry! I was just... uhm..." he stammered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
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