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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Regardless of everything that Arizona brought her, she ran off that plane and into his arms. Just as planned.
Rushing to her apartment to make it in time to shower, she flew out the door.
They agreed to meet at a little cafe in SoHo.
She was running late, she didn't even have time to text him.
And yet, as she was walking hurriedly down the street, she saw him across the street, just ahead of her.
He was late too, but he didnt know he was being watched.
He seemed in a hurry, nervous even. Off guard, she hadn't seen him like that before.
Did that mean that he cared just as much as she did? It was both slightly repulsive and attractive at the same time.
She couldn't decipher what she was feeling.
She stopped on the street, and she watched him go into the cafe. Except it seemed that it was closed. There was no one outside of it on the patio. She just knew he went in to go ask and she knew what the answer would be. She wanted to spare him any more embarrassment [he chose this place / when did the power dynamics change?].
She jaywalked across the street - as always - and she met him at the door just as he was coming out with the news.
He saw her and laughed "of course," he said. Grabbing her in his arms, hugging her spinning her around and finally painting a kiss on her lips.
All of a sudden, she realized that ayne it was her presence that lifted him up. He didn't actually seem embarrassed. But he cared, and that made her heart feel warm again.
"It's closed," Isabelle said matter-of-factedly, with a crooked smile.
"Yes, yes, it's closed. You're better at choosing these places. Let's go find somewhere else."
He grabbed her hand in his warm hand and led her down the street INTO FOREVER.
Or at least, that's what it felt like to her, in that singular moment. What a paradox...
She couldn't believe it. But there she was again, every time she saw him it was like they were always together. Maybe because they kind of were, at least in her mind.
They turned a couple of corners until Milo finally led them to a rooftop bar of a lOwrise building. It was tucked away, and facing the setting sun.
"You're glowing," Milo smirked, taking a drink of his pint as they were finally sitting down, across from each other. And it was his eyes that caught her off guard.
It was far from the first time that she was looking at them, but there was something about htem that made her feel naked. In a way that was much more bare than physical.
them
"It's the remaining Arizona sun," Isabelle smiled, sipping her own honey-blond pale ale, to match her honey blonde hair.
She stared at the horizon. Their legs were still intertwined underneath the table.
When they got back to his place, and he wrapped his arms around her, the way only he knew how, his whisper in her ear sent shivers down her spine, "I've waited all week for this."
