A Night of Regret

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Today, he looked different. Tall, as usual, but his arms, smooth and well-toned like fish scales, had never caught her attention before. How could they? He was always dressed in formal shirts. But today, he was in a dark-colored T-shirt, a first in the office. The carefree weekend vibe draped over his body, and there was a light daze in his eyes—something that comes naturally with age.Could he be younger? Today, he looked like a college student, barely nineteen. His jeans were light blue, tight, almost like those worn by rowdies. His shoes were white with heavy laces.Roli Ma'am's heart