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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Paris and I were hand in hand, savoring our moment, as we leave the mini concert. The other four are along with us.
Hannah and Ashley were chatting animatedly beside me, while Harper and Robinson trailed behind, discussing something quietly.
When we reached the bonfire, the warm crackling of the flames greeted us.
Paris turned to Harper and Robinson. "You guys can go ahead inside. I'll catch up with you later—I'm going to hang out with Sydney at the bonfire for a bit."
When we reached the bonfire, Hannah and Ashley were already there, the flames flickering warmly against the cool night. The fire crackled, casting a cozy glow over the three of us. I could see in their eyes that this moment meant as much to them as it did to me. It was the first time—and also the last—that we'd all be here together like this.
"So, Sydney," Hannah began, her eyes twinkling as she settled in beside me, "...tell us about your talent. You're always so creative—how do you do it?"
I've always wondered—how do you make drawing look so effortless? I mean, I can barely manage a stick figure, and you create these amazing designs."
Ashley chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it's like you've got magic in your hands. How do you do it and how do you know what to draw?"
I smiled, feeling the warmth of their curiosity. "It's couple of practice, girls. It's all about gliding your hands with what you're imagining," I explained, gesturing softly as if tracing the air. "When I draw, I align my mind with the fashion ideas I have, and I let my hands follow. It's like... translating thoughts into lines and shapes. I start with the silhouette, and then I add the details that make it unique—textures, patterns, the flow of the fabric.
Hannah nodded thoughtfully. "Oh, cool. That makes sense."
Ashley nodded thoughtfully, her gaze focused on my hand. "I never thought of it like that. It sounds almost... magical."
"It kind of is," I replied with a grin. "But don't worry if it feels awkward at first. It's all about practice and finding your style. Just imagine what you love, what inspires you, and try to bring that to life on paper."
Just then, Paris joined us, taking a seat beside me. "How's the bonfire party going over here?" he asked, looking relaxed.
"We're good, boo," I said, smiling at him. "But hey, why don't you join us?"
Hannah reached for a bag of marshmallows, pulling out four sticks. She handed the first one to Ashley with a grin. "You know, we've been BFFs since 10th grade, and I don't think I've ever seen you roast a marshmallow without catching it on fire. You've been the best at roasting these perfectly golden."
Ashley laughed and took the stick. "Oh, stop it. You're just trying to get out of roasting duties." They both giggled, the kind of laughter that only comes from years of friendship. "You know me too well, red head. But hey, maybe tonight's the night I finally get it right," she added
