"So, in your eyes, I'm the big bad wolf, am 1?"

"I believe you're well aware of your reputation.”

His surprise was palpable.

The woman certainly had a way with words.

The community exuded a tranquil ambiance, soothing to the senses.

Nestled at its heart was a man-made Lake, flanked by Lush vegetation on both sides.

The sky stretched a vibrant blue, adorned with fluffy white clouds, while a gentle breeze added a touch of artistry to the surroundings.

Rosalynn finished warming up and prepared to run around the lake, noticing that Brian was doing the same.

Irritated that he was following her, she asked, "Can you run by yourself?"

Brian raised his eyebrows.

"Am I doing something wrong?"

“It's just annoying,” Rosalynn replied.

Seeing the disappointment on his face, she quickly added, "Your legs are longer than mine, and I'm afraid it will take me too long to catch up with you. If you run next to me, I might get jealous."

She spoke cautiously to avoid hurting his self-esteem.

Fatigue began to settle in, weighing on her.

“Thank you for your kind words, short legs," Brian responded, his voice tinged with contentment.

“I wouldn't mind adjusting my pace to match yours."

His pride swelled within him, a tangible sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

Rosalynn couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, her gaze involuntarily shifting to her own legs.

Short legs?

Were her legs truly short?

No, her legs were perfect.