Operation Love in Motion

*Author*

The morning sun filtered through the stained-glass windows of Mr. Roan's coffee shop, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished wooden floor. Saerom and Eveline, having just stepped into this haven of warmth, were greeted by the sight of a silver-haired girl, her kind amethyst eyes welcoming the girls.

The silver-haired girl Dina greets Eveline and Saerom stood slightly beside her, her curly hair a stark contrast to Dina's flowing locks. 

"And who might this be?" Dina asked, turning her attention to Saerom.

"This is Saerom," Eveline introduced. "She's my friend and works with me in the mansion"

"Welcome to Mr`Roan's coffee shop," Dina said,

her gaze appreciative of Saerom's unique beauty.

"I love your hair; it's like a work of art."

Saerom's cheeks flushed with a modest smile, and she murmured a shy thank you, since she can't handle compliments.

They settled at a table by the window, the morning light casting patterns on the wooden surface. Dina returned shortly, bearing a tray laden with homemade cookies and steaming cups of coffee. She joined them, her presence as comforting as the shop itself.

Eveline gazed at Dina, her curiosity sparkled in her eyes.

"Dina, is it true that your family owns this place?"

Dina's laughter tinkled like wind chimes.

 "Yes," she replied. 

"My father always dreamed of opening a place like this—for people to find solace, share stories, and savor life's simple pleasures."

Just then, another figure approached—a woman with the same amethyst eyes as Dina. She cradled a child in her arms, and her gaze fell upon the two girls sitting beside Dina.

"Dina, who are these lovely guests?"

"They are Eveline and Saerom,"

Dina replied, her silver hair catching the light.

"Some friends I recently got to know."

The woman with amethyst eyes smiled, her child nestled against her.

"Eveline and Saerom," she repeated, her voice soft.

"Welcome to our little haven."

Saerom studied the woman, sensing a depth of character and kindness. Eveline, driven by her innate curiosity once again, leaned in.

"And who you might be?"

Eveline asked, her gaze flickering between Dina and the woman.

Dina's laughter bubbled forth again.

"This is my mother, Lady Fiona,"

she said. "And this little cutie patootie," she gently patted the child's head,

"is my little sister Rei, ."

Rei, the little Cutie Pie, reached out her tiny arms toward Saerom. Hesitant at first, Saerom awkwardly lifted the child onto her lap. 

They stared at each other. Locked in their silent exchange. Rei's tiny fingers grabbed Saerom's thumb and her hazel eyes widened. Rei elicited a giggle because of Saerom's Reaction. 

Eveline couldn't help but chuckle at the scene unfolding before her.

"I think Rei has found her new favourite playmate,"

Eveline remarked, amused

Lady Fiona observed the exchange with a gentle smile.

"What brings such delightful company to our humble shop?"

"We're here on a mission of sorts,"

Eveline whispered, leaning in.

"We hope to uncover the mysteries of Peter's heart."

Interest piqued, Lady Fiona arched an eyebrow.

"Peter? And what might you want with him?"

"Dina, as his childhood friend, might have insights into Peter's romantic side," 

Eveline said, barely containing her excitement.

Saerom, cradling little Rei, added,

"We've recently witnessed that Peter has fallen for someone."

Dina's gasp filled the room.

"Peter, in love?"

Lady Fiona's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze shifting between Saerom and Eveline with interest.

"Well, isn't that intriguing,"

she said, her tone laced with amusement.

"Peter rarely lets on about matters of the heart."

Dina leaned forward, her curiosity piqued.

"Who's the lucky girl?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"It is our dear friend Reem," Saerom replied, mischief twinkling in her eyes.

"And we will help them to be a couple; they deserve each other,"

Dina chimed in, excitedly joining the mission.

Before they headed out, Dina exclaimed, 

"Wait! We need a name for this operation."

Saerom and Eveline looked at each other, unable to come up with a name.

Out of nowhere, Dina's voice cut through the hushed atmosphere.

"What about… Operation Love in Motion?"

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and Eveline and Saerom exchanged intrigued glances. The name hung in the air like a promise—a secret pact forged in the heart of their shared mission.

"It's a wonderful name,"

Saerom declared, her fingers brushing Rei's soft cheek as she handed the little girl back to her mother. The child cooed, blissfully unaware of the matchmaking conspiracy unfolding around her.

Eveline leaned in, her mind racing. 

"We need a plan," 

she whispered, her gaze flitting between her two accomplices. "Peter and Reem—they're meant for each other. But they're both too shy to see it."

Dina nodded, her expression conspiratorial.

"Agreed. We'll need to be subtle, like the gentle push of a breeze."

Saerom chimed in.

"Let's start by finding out where Peter frequents. Places he could be."

And so, the trio huddled together, their heads bent over a hastily drawn map. Dina's laughter bubbled up as she pointed to the village square. "Peter loves the market days. Maybe we accidentally bump into him there?"

Eveline's eyes gleamed.

"Perfect. And Reem? She often lingers near the well, drawing water and stealing glances at the horizon. We'll orchestrate a chance encounter."

But as they plotted, Eveline's mind raced ahead. "Oh! I have an idea."

She leaned in, her voice barely audible. Saerom and Dina leaned closer, their breaths mingling in the charged air.

Eveline's plan unfolded—a delicate dance of serendipity and stolen glances. Saerom's eyes widened. "That could work," she murmured.

Dina clapped her hands. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's head out for Operation Love in Motion."

And so, beneath the sun's watchful gaze, love unfolded—a delicate dance of forgotten places and whispered secrets. Peter and Reem stood at the threshold, their hearts like canvases waiting to be painted.

The next morning, as the sun painted the sky in hues of gold, Eveline and Saerom awaited Dina by the tree at the edge of the town. Its gnarled branches dipped low, creating a natural canopy—a sanctuary for secrets and whispered hopes.

"Where is she?" Saerom whispered, her eyes scanning the cobblestone path. Clutching a basket of freshly picked apples.

Eveline adjusted her apron, her mind racing. "She'll be here. Dina's never missed a rendezvous."

As if on cue, Dina burst forth, her hair adorned with daisies. 

"Hello, girls!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with mock seriousness. "Operation Love in Motion awaits!"

Saerom stifled a laugh.

"Dina, we need to be discreet,"

she said. "Peter—the rugged farmer—frequents the orchard. Reem—the gentle maid—loves to sit on the bench near the town square."

Dina twirled a daisy between her fingers. "Got it. Orchards and benches. Like a treasure hunt."

Eveline leaned in, her voice conspiratorial. "We'll leave a note on the bench. Meet me by the willow at sunset.'"

Saerom grinned. "And Peter will find an apple nestled among the branches. A sweet surprise."

Dina clapped her hands. "I love it! Operation Love in Motion, here we come!"

Some hours later, the village square buzzed with activity. Reem sat on the bench, her eyes scanning the horizon. Eveline, her task complete, retreated to the shadows, her heart aflutter with the weight of what was to come. 

She joined Saerom and Dina at their secret vantage point, where they could watch the story unfold.

Meanwhile, Peter discovered the apple, its skin blushing like a shy maiden. He traced the note's words with calloused fingers, a smile tugging at his lips and made his way to the willow tree, its branches swaying softly in the evening breeze.

The orchard's scent lingered on him, a mix of earth and fruit, as he waited with bated breath.

The sun began its descent, painting the sky in shades of amber and rose, casting long shadows across the square. The willow's leaves rustled, whispering secrets only the wind could understand.

As the appointed hour drew near, Reem rose from the bench, her steps tentative yet determined. The note had been clear, and her heart, once hidden, now yearned for the truth that awaited.

As Peter and Reem stood beneath the willow tree, the air crackled with anticipation. Their hearts beat in sync, echoing the rhythm of a shared moment fraught with possibility.

Eveline, Saerom, and Dina watched with bated breath, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. Dina, overcome with emotion, dabbed at her eyes with Eveline's skirt, her voice filled with grievous lament

"Oh, what a beautiful scene," she whispered, her words barely audible over the rustling of the leaves.

Eveline and Saerom exchanged a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of the significance of this moment. 

Their plan, meticulously crafted and executed, had brought Peter and Reem together under the canopy of the willow tree.

As Peter and Reem's gazes locked, a silent understanding passed between them. In that fleeting moment, words were unnecessary, for their hearts spoke volumes. The weight of past uncertainties and unspoken desires melted away, replaced by a sense of clarity and purpose.

The golden light of the setting sun bathed them in its warm embrace, casting a halo around their figures. Time seemed to stand still as they stood there, lost in each other's eyes.

Dina, unable to contain her emotions any longer, let out a small sob, her tears mingling with the daisies in her hair. Eveline placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, offering silent support and said

"Love can be so beautiful"

As night fell, and the stars claimed the sky, Eveline, Saerom, and Dina emerged from their hiding place, their mission fulfilled. They approached their friends, their smiles wide, their hearts full.

"Operation Love in Motion," Dina whispered, her voice tinged with pride. "A success."

As Saerom and Eveline headed back to Westallia, reminiscing about their successful mission, Eveline turned to her friend.

"Saerom," she began, her voice hopeful, "do you think we'll find someone who will love us like Peter loves Reem?"

Saerom's reply was laced with sarcasm. "That would be hilarious. Someone interested in us?"

But Eveline's eyes sparkled. "Maybe it is," she said, daring to believe that love, like the lollipop she once offered, could be both sweet and unexpected.

"Yeah right," Saerom scoffed. "They'd have to be crazy."

And yet, as they walked side by side, the moonlight casting shadows on the cobbled path, both Saerom and Eveline wondered if perhaps love was already in motion, waiting to surprise them around the next corner.

Back in the opulent mansion of the Westallia palace, two gentlemen scratched their ears simultaneously. The ringing in their ears had begun—an inexplicable sensation that defied explanation. Little did they know that their destinies were about to intertwine.