He was her brother's best friend. They were inseparable once, until life and distance pulled them apart. Now, after years of silence, fate reunites Renee Russel and Lando Norris.
Renee, a budding singer-songwriter, navigates the dazzling world of mu...
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CHAPTER 1
hope ur ok
"We don't talk much but I just gotta say I miss you, and I hope that you're okay"
Renee glanced at the clock on her wall. The slow ticking seemed to mock her anticipation as she took one last look at herself in the mirror. Her outfit—a soft cream sweater paired with low-waisted, dark jeans—created a contrast of casual comfort and understated elegance. The sweater's fabric was plush and warm, a gentle embrace against the chill of London's summer breeze. Her hair, flowing in gentle waves, was meticulously styled, catching the sunlight that spilled into her room, giving it a golden sheen.
She grabbed her leather purse, its understated chicness complementing her outfit, and headed out into the bustling streets of London. The city was alive with the usual clamor: the hum of distant conversations, the rhythmic beat of footsteps, and the occasional honk of car horns. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was a serene beauty in the city's rhythm, a soothing cadence that seemed to whisper promises of new beginnings.
Arriving at the restaurant, Renee was greeted by the sight of a charming, ivy-clad building nestled on a quiet street. The restaurant's exterior exuded a classic elegance, its large, leaded windows offering glimpses of a warm, inviting interior. She stepped inside, and the transition from the cool air of the street to the cozy warmth of the restaurant was immediate and comforting. Soft, ambient light bathed the room in a gentle glow, and the faint strains of classical music created an atmosphere of refined tranquility.
As she approached the table, she spotted George, who was already seated in a secluded corner of the restaurant. The table, tucked away behind a verdant plant that shielded them from the main dining area, offered the privacy they needed for their conversation. George was a familiar figure—tall and athletic, his posture relaxed as he waited for her. His face lit up with a broad, genuine smile upon seeing her, a beacon of familiarity in the sea of new experiences.
"Hey George!" Renee called out as she approached.
George stood up, enveloping her in a warm hug. The embrace was tight and comforting, a silent exchange of reassurance and love. "Renee! It's so good to finally see you. I've missed this," he said, his voice a deep rumble filled with genuine affection.
They settled into their seats, the soft clinking of cutlery against plates providing a backdrop to their conversation. The restaurant's ambiance was perfect—a blend of rustic charm and sophisticated comfort. The wooden tables were adorned with delicate, white tablecloths, and the gentle hum of conversation from other diners created a soothing, almost meditative atmosphere.
