In a small apartment in Jakarta, Indonesia, lived a young woman named Sari. She was a striking beauty with her long, dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, showcasing her high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes. Sari worked as a graphic designer and had recently moved to the city to pursue her career. She was 23 years old and independent, but she often felt lonely in the bustling metropolis.
One evening, after a long day of work, Sari decided to take a shower. She undressed, letting her clothes fall to the floor, and stepped into the warm water. The showerhead was fixed above her, and the water cascaded down her body, washing away the stress of the day. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of contentment.
Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. Startled, she turned off the water and wrapped a towel around herself. She opened the door a crack, and there stood her neighbor, Adi, a handsome 25-year-old man with short, spiky hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Hey, Sari,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner with me tonight. I know a great place down the street.”
Sari hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. She had seen Adi around the building before, but they had never really talked. She was attracted to him, but she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea.
