John scanned the room, his eyes landing on a woman engrossed in conversation near the snack table. Gathering courage, he approached her with a friendly smile. "Hi, I'm John." Imene, momentarily surprised, returned the smile, "Nice to meet you, John. I'm Imene."
John leaned closer, his voice barely rising above the music. "Would you like to dance, Imene?" Imene, feeling the joy of the moment, nodded. "I’d love to." As they moved to the rhythm, they found themselves lost in the music, their laughter blending with the melody.
Imene stood surrounded by new friends, her heart full. Chris, with a camera in hand, reminded her, "Capture every special moment." Imene promised to do so, "I will, and I’ll stay in touch." With warm hugs, she bid farewell, cherishing the beautiful memories.
Chris suggested a relaxing day outdoors. Imene agreed eagerly, and soon they were strolling through the park, meeting Chris's friends. "This is Imene, our guest," he introduced. The group welcomed her warmly, engaging in games and lively chats.
Imene watched the sunset, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "This has been an amazing experience," she said to Chris. He smiled, "I'm glad you enjoyed it." They captured a final photo, a memento of the day.
Imene settled into her seat on the plane, her mind replaying the joyous days in London. As the aircraft lifted into the sky, she held onto the promise of staying connected with her new friends, her heart heavy yet hopeful. "I'll never forget this trip," she whispered to herself, as she flew towards home and new beginnings.
