A book called Love

While Liam was trying to impress Janet, Sam, struggling to find balance between his burgeoning friendship with Emma and his mysterious connection with Lady J, decided to take a rare evening off. He visited Sophie, who, noticing his distracted demeanor, pressed him for details.

"You're glowing, Sam," Sophie teased. "What's her name?"

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "It's not what you think. I've been exchanging letters with someone, a stranger. But it feels… different. Real."

Sophie smiled knowingly. "Maybe it's time to stop hiding behind those letters and meet her."

Sam wasn't ready for that yet. But he too wanted to meet Lady J.

On the other hand, Liam was getting somewhat closer to Janet. Janet didn't reveal her identity but decided to go on a date with Liam. While Liam continued his letter to impress her and acting as Mr S, Janet somehow wasn't feeling well with him.

Janet was a literature teacher and worked at a school for well over 10 years. She could identify different writing styles and judge their writers based on them. She just couldn't shake the feeling that Liam wasn't being entirely truthful. While his gestures were sweet, his writing lacked the depth and introspection of Mr. S. She decided to test him.

One afternoon, she casually mentioned, "I always found it fascinating how some people can pour their soul into letters, don't you think?"

Liam nodded, but his response was vague. "It's an art, really. You have to keep it simple and direct, right?"

Janet instinctively knew that Liam wasn't Mr. S.

Meanwhile, Sam found himself at a charity event—ironically, the same one where Janet was volunteering with Emma. Neither of them had expected to cross paths so soon, yet fate had a way of weaving people back into each other's lives.

"Janet, right?" Sam's voice was noticeably softer this time, without the arrogance that had colored their last encounter. "About the gala… I owe you an apology."

Janet, caught off guard by his sincerity, hesitated for a moment. This was not the Sam Foster she had encountered before. "It's fine," she said, though uncertainty flickered in her eyes.

"I mean, I probably should've been more careful.",

Sam shook his head; "No, it wasn't fine. I was out of line," he admitted, his expression uncharacteristically open and sincere.

A small pause hung between them before Sam extended his hand towards her. For a moment or two Janet just stared at the extended hand. When Sam shook her hands volunteeringly. Janet saw something in Sam that she hadn't noticed before, a flicker of vulnerability that mirrored her own.

As the chief guest of the event, Sam was initially caught up in business conversations and networking. However, every now and then, his gaze drifted towards Janet. Watching her interact with the children, seeing the warmth in her smile, and the dedication in her gestures, he realized how unfairly he had judged her. She was nothing like he had assumed.

Determined to make amends beyond a simple apology, Sam approached her again before the event concluded. "Miss Janet, I would really like to make up for how I acted. My team and I are heading out for lunch after this and your friend Emma is coming too. I would love for you to join us. No pressure, of course, but I think it would be nice."

Janet hesitated, glancing at Emma, who nodded encouragingly. There was still a guardedness in her, but something about Sam's invitation felt different. It felt soft and genuine.

"Alright," she said eventually, a small smile tugging at her lips. "A lunch with the great Sam Foster and his team? That should be interesting."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "I promise, no boardroom debates. Just good food and hopefully… better company this time."

As they left the venue together, the air between them had shifted—still uncertain, still undefined, but softer than before.

They had an interesting day at the event with Janet and Emma having friendly memories with Sam Foster. Sam who was always concerned with himself found himself enjoying the amazing company of Janet as well as that of Emma.

As their friendship grew, Sam and Janet began running into each other more often at different charity events, at community events, and even at a café near her school. Each meeting seemed serendipitous, and their conversations flowed effortlessly. Sam found himself drawn to Janet's way of thinking. She had a perspective unlike his own, one that fascinated him. More importantly Sam was trying to think like a writer to better approach Lady J and was taking writing advice from Janet.

"I've been trying to approach a girl and want to confess my feelings by writing to her" he admitted one afternoon, stirring his coffee absentmindedly. "But I think I need to start thinking more like a writer."

Janet raised an eyebrow, amused. "That's a bold ambition, Mr. Foster. Writing isn't just about words—it's about understanding people, emotions, and nuance."

"Exactly," Sam said, leaning in slightly. "That's why I need your help."

Janet studied him for a moment before a small smile played on her lips. "Alright," she said. "Let's start with the basics. First lesson—observation. A good writer doesn't just see; they notice."

As their friendship deepened, so did Sam's understanding of a world beyond his own—a world where words held weight, and emotions couldn't be negotiated like business deals. And with each lesson, he realized that Janet wasn't just teaching him how to write. She was changing the way he saw everything.

Emma, however, began noticing Sam's growing attention toward Janet and felt a pang of jealousy. She confided in Sophie.

On a lunch outing, she confessed her feelings about Sam and wanted Sophie's advice on it. Sophie admired Emma and was extremely excited and happy to see a love blooming between them. She thought the girl her brother was chasing was probably Emma and unknowingly encouraged her feelings. "If you like him, go for it. I will arrange a blind date for you. So just let your emotions flow."

On the other hand Sam's focus remained on his letters with Lady J. In one of his replies, he wrote:

To Lady J,

"Dreams and reality often collide in unexpected ways. But perhaps that's the beauty of life, finding harmony between the two. If you were to meet your prince charming in the real world, would you recognize him?"

Janet, reading his words, couldn't help but wonder if she'd already met her prince charming without even realizing it.