NovelEnglish"Ugh, I just woke up from a nap!" Sylvia stretched languorously, a contented smile spreading across her face. Her tone was so open and frank that Magdalen didn't probe further, merely asking, "How was your lunch date?" There was a brief pause before Sylvia chuckled, "Seems like we weren't a good match." Gabriel propped himself up against the headboard, observing the girl on the phone. She had her back to him, draped in a bathrobe, her laughter tinkling through the conversation about a mismatched date. "Not a good match?" Magdalen sounded disappointed, "What happened? You didn't like him, or he didn't like you?" Sylvia's voice was teasing as she replied, "Neither." "You didn't even watch the opera?" "Nope!" "My friend's brother might be a few years older than you, but he looks young for his age. Plus, he's got this cool vibe going on. It's not about you, but if you're interested, I think you guys could click!" Magdalen persisted. "He's a great guy!" Sylvia's smile was tender and warm, “It just wasn't right." Magdalen huffed slightly, “Then givethe scoop, why weren't you two a fit? Don't brushoff!" Sylvia hesitated before her soft laughter filled the room, “I prefer someone with a gentle nature.” Gabriel frowned unconsciously in the dim light. Gentle nature? "Alright then!" Magdalen conceded, knowing you can't force these things, "I'll introduce you to someone else if someone suitable comes along." "That'd be great!" Sylvia replied cheerfully, "Thanks!" "No problem!" After ending the call, Sylvia returned to the bedroom, where Gabriel was buttoning up his shirt. She approached to help him, her delicate, fair fingers skillfully working the dark buttons, a sight that was particularly pleasant to the eye. Gabriel's gaze dropped to watch her, "You told your friend we weren't a match?" Sylvia's hands paused, and she looked up at him, a playful smile on her lips, "Do you think we're a match? Were you planning on dating me?" He pressed his lips together, not responding. Sylvia's smile grew as she finished buttoning his shirt, stepped back, and complimented him, "Ms. Sampson was right, you are quite handsome!" He gave her a brief glance and walked towards the door. Rubbing her sore back, Sylvia followed, picking up the coat that was thrown over the sofa. "I'm heading out," he announced rather curtly. "Take care," Sylvia replied casually, as though saying goodbye to any old friend. Gabriel paused on his way out, looking back, "Are you planning to go on more of these blind dates?" Sylvia pondered for a moment, "If someone suitable comes along, I guess so. It's quite interesting!" "Interesting?" Gabriel's brows furrowed in the dim light. Sylvia's eyes darted away, choosing not to answer. The door closed behind him. Settling back onto the couch, Sylvia hugged her pink unicorn plushie close, still feeling the remnants of his presence, those strong, distinct impressions. The thought was indeed amusing; she had actually been set up with him! Burying her face into the plush toy, she couldn't help but laugh at the memory, especially his stunned look, so different from the man she knew. The more she thought about it, the more she realized it wasn't just about pleasing him anymore. She was seeking something more, a bit of solace in his company. She covered her face with her hands. Was she beginning to feel lonely? Perhaps it was tto seriously consider finding a boyfriend. As the evening sky darkened outside, her eyes, once bright and smiling, gradually returned to a state of quiet reflection.
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