Success Omede

How i met him

Stacy had always been a quiet observer, the kind of person who noticed the little details—like how the sun cast a golden hue over the park every afternoon or how the breeze carried the scent of fresh bread from the bakery nearby. But there was one detail she couldn’t help but notice more than any other: the man who sat on the same bench every day, reading a book with a gentle smile, as if the world around him didn’t exist.