| Prompt | rating:general, I could hear the sound of Adrienne's footsteps before I saw her. There was a certain cadence to the way Adrienne walked that set her apart from most women; the specific tilt of her toe, the swish of her skirt, the sway of her hips—a mix of unhurried confidence and subtle invitation. It made me catch my breath every time I heard it. In some ways, though not many, she reminded me of an exotic panther. A lithe jungle cat. It was impossible not to look up when I felt her presence near. I met her face, finding her sharp eyes that, in the past, had made most men turn tail from her. Her face accented the high arches of her cheekbones that they might have fit in a master builder's hands. Her cheeks blushed like a schoolgirl's and her lips had the virgin porcelain kiss of a young nun. She ran her fingers through my hair, gently tugging on the strands. Her touch was light but firm, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "You ask me on a date and you don't even brush your hair?" She said. "Not even a hello?" I reply, fixing my hair, "And I did. It just looks like this." She raised her eyebrows at me and gave me a sidelong glance as she pushed back a few stray hairs that fell across her forehead. Pausing, Adrienne turned her gaze from me before her eyes nervously flitted to her outfit as she adjusted her shirt and jacket. Once more, her uncharacteristic self-consciousness had betrayed her front of disinterest. "I know how you feel. I used to be the same way, " I remarked. "Huh?" Adrienne looked to me, quickly adjusting a lock of her hair. "Whaddya mean?" "Fussing with my appearance in front of people I wanted to impress." Adrienne crossed her arms. "I'm only going on a date to shut you up, " she huffed. Her pink cheeks told a different story. "I think I've earned a bit of respect around here, " I teased. "You're not going to talk me out of this, " Adrienne stated, "We're going on a date so you leave me alone." I chuckled. "So, what? We're going to the cafe?" "Yeah, we might as well, " she conceded. Adrienne grabbed my arm and pulled me off the side of the road, chiding me for standing near the curb in case a car happened to be passing by us. Her gentle scolding reminded me of a big sister. We walked down the sidewalk, Adrienne leading the way, chattering as I followed her. She held her head high, her back straight and her arms swinging at her sides in that self-assured, determined way. Her every action spoke of pride, yet at the same time, she was bashful. Adrienne was a walking contradiction. "You're in a good mood, " I smiled. Adrienne shot me a sidelong glance. "I am not, " she said, punctuating herself with a pout. The cafe was a quaint little place with a homey atmosphere. Even so, there was a long line at the door. I checked my watch and saw that it was barely past noon. It was strange that they were so busy this early in the day. Adrienne hesitated, looking around before tentatively moving closer to me. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Maybe we should come back later when there's less people, " Adrienne said., {highly aesthetic}, [detailed], [ very long hair], best quality |
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| Negative prompt | lowres, worst quality, very displeasing, bad image, lowres, bad anatomy, bad hands, text, error, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, worst quality, low quality, normal quality |
| Sampler | k_euler |
| Seed | 609249961 |
| Steps | 28 |
| Cfg Scale | 5 |
| Model Hash | c1e1de52 |
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