That was a night last winter when I flew to Miami to attend a blockchain summit. As an entrepreneur in the BTC industry, this kind of conference is already commonplace for me: technical presentations, industry forecasts, capital matchmaking, it's nothing more than a routine matter. However, this journey became an unforgettable color in my memory due to her appearance.

After the meeting, I walked into the hotel bar, ordered a glass of whiskey, and casually found a seat by the window. Outside the window is the night view of Miami, with dazzling lights and a sea breeze mixed with a hint of moist salty taste. Just as I was about to clear my mind, I caught a glimpse of a figure walking into the bar.
She was wearing a black low necked dress, with elegant lines on her shoulders and collarbones that looked like carefully carved works of art. Her skin was fair and delicate like milk, and as she walked lightly, her skirt lifted slightly, outlining an unforgettable scene. Her long hair was casually tied up, with a strand of hair hanging down from her temples, exuding a lazy beauty. The faint smell of perfume crept into my nose and stirred my nerves as she passed me.
She sat directly in front of me, picking up the wine list and casually flipping through it. I noticed that her eyes were slightly tired, but there was always a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. That expression, as if indifferent to the world, yet incredibly confident. My heart rate inexplicably increased by a few beats.

This place is finally getting some popularity, "she suddenly spoke, her voice clear and a bit lazy.
I was stunned for a moment and noticed that she was looking at me. I grinned and raised my wine glass, saying, "After all, this quiet place is the perfect place to relax
Relax? "She raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled lightly," But you don't look like someone who came to relax
What do I look like? "I put down my glass and pretended to be relaxed, asking.
She didn't answer immediately, but took a sip of her cocktail and looked straight at me with a playful expression: "Like someone with a mind full of things. Did I guess wrong
Perhaps not, "I shrugged," but what about you? Why are you here alone
To escape some boring conversations, "she leaned back in her chair and turned her head to look out the window," you know, those clich é s about digital currencies and capital operations
Her words made me laugh uncontrollably: 'Then we can be considered peers.'
Oh? "She turned to look at me with a hint of interest in her eyes." It seems that this glass of wine is finally not a waste

We talked a lot, from work to life, and even to the nights in Miami. I found that she is not as indifferent as she appears on the surface. Every word she says carries humor and wisdom, occasionally mixed with a hint of ambiguity, making people involuntarily want to get closer.
Do you always observe others like this? "She suddenly asked, with a hint of teasing in her tone.
Just occasionally, "I smiled," especially when encountering particularly interesting people
Oh? Especially interesting? "She leaned closer, her mouth curved meaningfully." Looks like I'm lucky tonight

As the night deepened, we walked from the bar to the garden outside the hotel. She was wearing high heels, but effortlessly stepped on the cobblestone path. The moonlight fell on her shoulders, and even the air seemed to become much softer.
Are you treating everyone like this? "I asked, unsure if it was to break the silence or to know more.
Is that so? "She stopped and turned to look at me, with a familiar smile on her lips." Does this make you feel special
I didn't answer, her gaze was like a warm trap that I unknowingly fell into.

Later, we sat down on a bench and talked about travel, life, and some unimportant things. She leaned back in the chair, turned to look at me, and whispered, "Sometimes, life needs some meaningless accidents
For example, what? "I asked.
For example, tonight's encounter. "Her voice was gentle but also a hint of teasing.

As midnight approached, she suddenly leaned on my shoulder and closed her eyes, saying, "I'm tired, let me stay like this for a while
Her hair gently touched my neck, carrying a warm scent. I looked down at her profile with an indescribable palpitation in my heart. At that moment, I no longer thought about the future, no longer calculated any risks, I just wanted time to stop at this moment.
Later, when we returned to her room, the rest of the matter may not require too much description.

The next morning, she had already left, leaving behind a note that read: "Thank you for giving me an unforgettable night." I sat by the bed, holding the note in my hand, feeling a sense of loss and relief in my heart.
Perhaps, she is like the sunshine of Miami, brief yet scorching; Perhaps our story is destined to belong only to that night. But no matter what, her smile, her voice, and her aura have all become the warmest part of my memory.