The scent of drying paint and the faint hum of the refrigerator were the only sounds in Haven’s studio, a sanctuary of creativity tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. It was a space where she could lose herself in the world of colors and textures, where the canvas became a mirror to her soul. Tonight she tried to paint again, but yet, the canvas remained untouched, a blank slate reflecting the turmoil within her.
Haven couldn’t stop thinking about Andrzej. The man she’d met at the art gallery opening, the one who had captivated her with his quiet intensity and the depth of his gaze, the artist. His words, his touch, the way he’d looked at her, as if seeing something within her that she hadn’t even realized was there... it all echoed in her mind like a haunting melody.
She had tried to dismiss it, to tell herself it was just a fleeting moment, a spark of attraction that would fade with time. But the memory of their encounter lingered, a persistent ember that refused to be extinguished. She found herself replaying their conversation over and over, dissecting every word, every gesture, searching for clues to his true nature.
The more she thought about him, the more she felt a strange pull, a desire to know more about him, to understand the man behind the enigmatic aura. She had to admit, she was intrigued, captivated by the mystery that surrounded him. Just like the reason why he doesn’t want people to know his true identity. He’s hiding with the pseudonym ‘Indigo Blue’.
“Stop it, Haven” she muttered to herself, her voice a low whisper in the silent studio. “You’re letting your imagination run wild. It was just a chance meeting. He’s probably just some guy who likes art. And you loved his works, nothing more.”
But even as she tried to convince herself, a nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered, “What if he’s not?”
She couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency, a need to find out more about him, to see if her intuition was right. She knew it was foolish, impulsive, but she couldn’t resist the urge. She grabbed her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she typed “Andrzej” into the search bar.
Then there was just one result. Just one. She looked into the profile picture and confirmed it was him.
His name’s unique.
Andrzej Jourdheuil
Single. Followed by 3,066 people. 56 friends.
She was shocked by his friend list. 56??? She has, like, 3,000 people on her friend list! Well, he doesn’t seem like a social butterfly, anyway. Understandable.
She scrolled through his profile, until she reached a post from a few years back, a picture of him standing in front of a canvas, a paint-splattered smile on his face. Haven smiled, he’s just... downright gorgeous.
She looked at the comment section. Laughing at the exchange of jokes between Andrzej and a guy. She was busy laughing while reading that she accidentally hit the like button when she scrolled more bit on the comment section.
“FUCK!” she exclaimed. Haven panicked, he’ll know she’s stalking him! She tried her best to calm herself down.
He won’t see it if I remove the like, right? She asked herself. Even tho she wasn’t sure, she removed the like. She let out a series of cusses before deciding to shut down her phone. Too embarrassed to use it again.
Haven decided to cook her meal, she haven’t eaten anything. She tried to forget the most embarrassing thing she’d ever done. She did everything to forget it. Until she was done with everything; cooking, eating, cleaning and taking a bath.
She looked at her phone placed at the nightstand. Hesitating to open it. But she have to use it to inform her parents that she’ll be staying at her studio. It has a bedroom, kitchen and all that she will need. Just like a condo or an apartment.
She sighed before picking it up, she was about to call her dad when a notification popped in.
Andrzej Jourdheuil sent you a friend request: 30 minutes ago.
Haven’s heart skipped a beat. He had seen it. He had noticed her. A wave of excitement and anxiety washed over her, a mix of exhilaration and apprehension as she realized the implications of her impulsive act.
Tho shocked, she decided to accept his friend request. She doesn’t know if it’ll be a start of anything. But one thing’s for sure; Andrzej is what she likes. Not just his masterpieces. She have realized it earlier.
What’s not to like? Her brain agreed.
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Crimson Tides
Storie d'amoreforbidden passion. that's how Andrzej sees his feelings towards Haven all because he's in his late thirties and she is in her early twenties. Haven, on the other hand, is filled with uncertainty not just because of their age gap but because of chang...
