Feeling Lucky

silent kiss

In the days that followed their meeting at the café, Jackson and Bibi dove headfirst into the whirlwind of their collaboration. They spent countless hours in the studio, their voices blending together in perfect harmony as they worked tirelessly to bring their vision to life.

One evening, as they took a break from recording, Jackson leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I have to say, Bibi, this collaboration has been even better than I imagined. Your talent knows no bounds."

Bibi's cheeks flushed with a hint of color at the praise, a grateful smile lighting up her face. "Thank you, Jackson. I feel the same way. Working with you has been an incredible experience. I've learned so much."

As they basked in the afterglow of their successful recording session, a comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the soft hum of the studio equipment. In that moment, Jackson found himself unable to tear his gaze away from Bibi, captivated by the way her eyes sparkled in the dim light.

"You know," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "there's something about you, Bibi. Something that draws me to you like a magnet."

Bibi's breath caught in her throat at his words, her heart pounding in her chest as she met his gaze with a mixture of surprise and longing. "I feel it too, Jackson," she admitted softly, her voice barely a whisper. "There's a connection between us that I can't explain."

And in that moment, as the tension between them crackled in the air, Jackson found himself leaning forward, his lips inching closer to Bibi's with each passing heartbeat. But before he could close the distance between them, the door to the studio burst open, startling them both out of their trance.

"Sorry to interrupt," their producer said with a sheepish grin, oblivious to the charged atmosphere in the room. "But we're ready to start the next song whenever you two are."

With a resigned sigh, Jackson and Bibi pulled away from each other, their moment of intimacy shattered by the intrusion. But as they returned to their work, the memory of their almost-kiss lingered in the air, a silent promise of things to come.