FINAL ROSE

It was a crisp autumn evening in the bustling city of New York. The full moon shone brightly in the sky, casting a silver glow over the streets. People bustled back and forth, going about their business, while others sat in cafes, chatting over coffee.

Amidst the hubbub of the city, two people crossed paths on a sidewalk. They were both young, each in their early twenties. The first, a young woman named Rose, had fiery red hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves. Her eyes were a bright green and her skin was fair, almost translucent. She had an air of confidence and independence about her, and she walked with her head held high, her eyes fixed on some unknown destination.

The second, a young man named Jack, was tall and broad-shouldered, with short dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was charming and charismatic, and he seemed to have a smile ready for anyone who crossed his path. He walked with a certain swagger that caught Rose's attention, and when their eyes met, there was an electric spark between them.

As they continued walking in opposite directions, they couldn't help but steal a few more glances at each other. They were both taken aback by the intense attraction they felt, and before they knew it, they were walking back towards each other.

"Excuse me, do you have the time?" Jack asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yes, it's 8:30," Rose replied, feeling her heart flutter in her chest.

They struck up a conversation, and as they talked, they both felt themselves becoming more and more drawn to each other. They shared stories of their lives, their hopes and dreams, and before they knew it, hours had passed and the city was growing quiet.