If it's said to be love at first sight, it wouldn't be an exaggeration.
It happened by a pond in a small outdoor park, where a man was wearing a blue cloth shirt, a beret, and holding a book, quietly absorbed in reading.
She just noticed him like that but lacked the courage to approach him and say hello.
To her surprise, she encountered the man for two or three consecutive days afterward.
She observed that he read with great concentration, seeming indifferent to the noise and bustle around him, unable to be disturbed.
He could sit there, completely still, for an entire afternoon.
He was very handsome, quite tall, appearing to be in his twenties, and seemed not to come from a wealthy family, as his beret and trousers were worn out.
However, they were very clean, suggesting he must be a man with a proclivity for cleanliness.
That night, upon returning home, she couldn't help but dwell on his image in her mind.
