If they can even be called stories..

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As the door opened and people walked in, a bouquet of outrageous perfumes of the women mixed with the sweat, fear and competition of the men saturated the air. The smells swirled potently under the garish lights and heightened the suffocative feeling of the place.

It was the last time she visited that eatery.

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They met over a lunch. Not alone, there were several chaperones. It was a business lunch afterall. He was struck by her presence soon as he saw her. Their first words to each other were “Hello” (hers) and “Are you married?” (his).

And that was how their love story started.