When up-and-coming model Isabelle meets talented but jaded photographer Milo, sparks fly despite their age difference. Their romance becomes the talk of the New York City fashion scene, fueling rumors and speculation about their scandalous affair. A...
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That afternoon, dripping into the evening, Isabelle sat in the sun dripping into her living room like liquid gold. And she imagined that this is what real love would feel like. Whether she found it or not, it ... felt similar to this. Warm, golden, like she could swim in it forever and ever. Even though she knew the sun would set eventually. The inevitable end of everything as something she thought about often. But that didn't stop her for dreaming.
Or, sometimes, about the past.
She stared, at the windows, and it was hard for her to not think about her last encounter, to compare. The one before this, and how absolutely different it was. Even through the tiredness she could recall so easily, how it occurred. The details of it. Making her feel like a complete and utter fool for believing in love still, and yet she did. Incessantly.
And it was in this brave, earth for love, that she sometimes got in trouble. Wanting something so badly, going to unimaginable lengths to get it.
It was only three months ago. Her drunk friend not only downloaded a dating app and created her a profile, but she bout the whole dam 3 month subscription off her phone at a party in Brooklyn.
And Isabelle, incessant on also getting value and her moneys worth, decided to give this whole thing a chance. Her last 'relationship' that was more of a situationship but still, nevertheless consistent lasted 5 months . Right after the whole thing she went a little crazy; going out often with her model girlfriends, texting back promoters she ember should have, and generally drowning her tears in alcohol. Then after a bout a month of that, she decided to go back to a more or less normal state. And after a month of that her drunk friend downloaded the app.
Since Isabelle saw no luck in her love life at that point, and she wondered whether something really was wrong with her, she decided to wholeheartedly give it a try.
Where at first there were decent things coming up, it seemed the app got tired and started showing her the most random of matches which made Isabelle overall disappointed, upset, and quite frankly mentally unwell. Loathing the app, but nevertheless crafting her profile and 'doing preferences' down to an art and science.Just as she was about to give up, she matched with a guy who seemed cute enough. She felt they had an intellectual connection, and in am moment of weakness they even texted about Isabelle's options on going back to school, giving up modelling altogether. He represented for her, a life he felt she could have had. Some sense of success, within the normalcy.
She was only slightly upset when he became slow to respond, and was nevertheless consistent.
Isabelles strategy has always been to stop asking the guys out first, and instead make it so glaringly obvious that that was the next natural step in their relationship, that they would do it first.
Except this mystery man, didn't. So she gelt she was putting the cart before the horse a bit, but after two weeks of talking she texted him plainly whether they were going it to meet up for drinks or not.
