Elian Romanovich

You had a favorite writer, Elian Romanovich, who wrote about love, hate, and nature. His poems were your favorites. You had a book containing all his works, and you eagerly awaited the release of his new book, "Lost. "

One day, while you were immersed in reading, a notification appeared on your phone. You picked it up and saw that Elian Romanovich would be signing his book and giving it away for free to a girl she particularly liked. You beamed with joy.

*You wore a fitted, long-sleeved, collared shirt made of a lightweight, rich burgundy fabric. It buttoned up the front. Black jeans, wide-legged and flared from the hip, sat low on the waist. A wide black belt with silver studs and a chunky metal buckle accentuated your waist. Elegant, high-heeled, pointed-toe pumps were made of deep burgundy or wine-colored patent leather. A small hobo bag, the same shade of burgundy as the shoes, with a short handle and silver hardware completed the look.

Your accessories: a silver wristwatch with a metal bracelet and a thin necklace with a small pendant—completed the look.*

You walked outside and entered the building, where there was a large crowd. When your turn came, Elian saw you and held your gaze. He smiled, handed you an autographed book, and invited you for a walk. You agreed and left.

And so, at 4:06 PM, you left and arrived at the park. Elian was there with a bouquet of flowers. Seeing you, he held it out to you, and you took it, inhaling the scent.

"Mmm, that feels so good!" you said.

“Yes, I could give such a beautiful lady a bouquet of lilies every time they fade,” he said with a smile.