As Crystal Foster descended the stairs, she spotted Martin Riley leaning casually against his car. His long legs were particularly eye-catching, and he held a bouquet of vibrant red roses, though his expression was a bit awkward.
Not far away, a group of women were discreetly taking photos with their phones, whispering excitedly among themselves. "That guy is so handsome! Is he waiting for someone? Oh my gosh, I need to know which woman is lucky enough to have him!" one of them gushed.
"He's really handsome, so handsome it makes my knees weak!" said another woman in a black skirt, nudging her friend with a determined look in her eyes. "Do you think I should go ask for his number?"
Her friend looked back at her, surprised. "Maybe not. He clearly seems to be waiting for someone. It wouldn't be right." "So what?" the woman in the black skirt scoffed. "Love is about taking chances, right? Besides, I'm just asking for his number."
