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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t was a relatively long flight, for America.
South and West. But in nearly 6 hours, she touched down on Arizona soil.
The first thing she felt, was how she forgot how dry the air was.
She recalled in her mind when was the last time she was home....her mother's house..a couple of months.
She used to make a oke that the best she could do was once a quarter, but it made her a bit sad thinking about all of it.
It wasn't just her that was getting older, but her parents too.
They both picked her up at the airport and two bear hugs later, she was sitting in the backseat. She felt like she was 8 years old again, getting picked up by mom and dad in the backseat.
She felt strange. Happy and sad at the same time.
As soon as she stepped through the doors of the familiar house, and the dog that still knew her so well ran towards her, she felt as if the New York world simply fell away.
Well, almost, all of it.
She remembered why she needed this.
The slowness of pace, the familiar faces. The safety of it...was hard to come by in New York, sometimes, unfortunately.
That evening, after dinner, she took the dog for a walk by herself.
She walked a lot in New York, but she was shocked at how empty the suburban streets were. Where was everyone?
It was the same streets, the same house, but everything just felt somehow different.
It felt like there was a rainstorm - a thunderstorm - coming on. The air changed, the skies darkened, and the animals got quieter.
It didn't rain a lot in Arizona, but when it did, it was an event.
She took gher faovrite path. The slight hill up that leads to an overpass, a sort of lookout. Conscious of the coyotes, and snakes that are always about, she was too brave to feel worried. She had the dog, and the light of the evening, and the familiar path guiding her brave little feet.
She insisted that she go alone. She needed to breathe.
At the viewpoint, she sat down and sat still for a moment. Marvelling at the silence.
Then she pulled out her phone. Nothing from Milo since he wished her a good flight, and maybe she purposefully didn't text anything back since she arrived.
But she thought, enough of that.
She took a picture of the view and sent it to him.
It was her own little secret, her own hiding spot.
And she was sharing it with him. She wondered in what wild fantasy world, twice removed from hers, would they ever sit here together?
She then sent him a photo of her and the dog, smiling eyes.
He probably had never even been to Arizona...or had he? She wished she had asked him these things instead of always being so focused on herself.
Her oohne dingedi n her lap. It was Milo.
You make Arizona look good.
That night, Isabelle fell asleep to the sound of a thunderstorm.
