Paris Adler and Sydney Blake have been college classmates for a while. Paris is captivated by Sydney's beauty and talent in fashion, while Sydney is drawn to Paris's gentle nature, photography and poetic skills. Their story is one of budding romance...
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21 days before Sydney's internship orientation. On the other hand, it's 27 days before my NYC internship starts.
Monday morning, we hit the gym once again with Harper and Robinson. This time, Harper brought along Ashley, I guess... as usual, who looked as adorable as ever in her signature lavender hoodie.
Robinson and I were side by side on the treadmills. He glanced over and asked, "So, what's your plan after this?"
"New York," I replied, keeping pace. "I'm heading to the East Coast for my internship. There are tons of professional photographers out there, especially in fashion. Plus, I've always wanted to see the Big Apple—Times Square, the Statue of Liberty, and maybe even jog the entire stretch of the Brooklyn Bridge."
"That's cool," Robinson nodded approvingly. He then shot me a curious look. "And what about Sydney? Where's she heading?"
"West Coast," I said, a touch of bittersweetness in my voice. "She's got an internship lined up in LA. We're going to be on opposite coasts. We've already made our own cherish list, though." Seeing the confusion on Robinson's face, I explained, "It's a list of things we want to do together before we part ways."
Robinson smiled warmly. "Man, that's sweet."
I grinned, the thought of Sydney always bringing a sense of warmth. "I'm planning to get something special for her in New York, too." Then, shifting gears, I asked, "How are things with Hannah?"
Robinson nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "We're doing fine, staying strong. The other night, we made out—not too intense, but when we kissed, I could taste cherry on her lips. We were close to taking things further, but she pulled back. Guess she's not quite ready yet."
I chuckled and shot him a grin. "Still sounds pretty hot, man."
***
Robinson and I ended our treadmill session. We glanced over at Harper, who was deep into his reps, his legs supported by Ashley. They were an endearing sight, working together in sync. I couldn't help but smile as I approached them, while Robinson is heading to the lockers. "You're so cute together in there," I complimented, unable to resist teasing Harper a little.
I sat down nearby, catching my breath. "So, Ashley," I began, curiosity piqued, "how did you and Harper get so close?"
Ashley's eyes lit up as she began to share. "It all started when we were escorting Robinson and my BFF, Hannah. I noticed that Harper kept glancing at me—couldn't help but think he had a little crush." She glanced at Harper, who was now grinning sheepishly.
She paused for a moment, then continued with a grin. "One day, I just asked him outright what he liked about me."
Before she could go on, Harper, still mid-rep, chimed in, "Like I already said, I liked her lavender hoodie. It's cute." He barely got the words out before Ashley playfully cut him off.
