yours sincerely, daisy. - taylor swift

06

The weekend arrived quicker than Taylor expected. She had sent Daisy the details—an unassuming café in a quiet part of town, somewhere they wouldn't be bothered by paparazzi or fans. It was a place she'd gone to before when she needed space, when she wanted to feel normal for a little while.

Taylor arrived first, slipping into a seat near the window. The café wasn't too crowded, just a few people scattered about, none of them paying attention to her. She checked her phone, making sure she hadn't missed any messages. Nothing from Daisy yet, but it was still early.

She sipped her coffee, trying to shake off the strange mix of nerves and excitement building in her chest. This wasn't a date. It was just coffee, a casual meeting between two people who happened to be in the same industry. But the more Taylor tried to downplay it, the more significant it felt.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and Taylor looked up just in time to see Daisy walk in. She was wearing sunglasses, her ginger hair pulled back loosely, a casual look that somehow still made her stand out. Daisy scanned the room briefly, and when her eyes landed on Taylor, there was that same unreadable expression.

Taylor waved her over, her heart picking up speed just slightly. Daisy smiled—polite, distant—as she walked over and slid into the seat across from her.

"Hey," Taylor said, her voice steady, casual.

"Hey," Daisy replied, taking off her sunglasses and placing them on the table. Her green eyes met Taylor's, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

This was it. A meeting that wasn't quite casual, wasn't quite personal. Just another step forward, into the unknown.

———

Taylor wasn't nervous. She had no reason to be. It was just coffee. With Daisy Cox. An actress she barely knew.

Yet, as Daisy settled into the seat across from her, Taylor felt an uncharacteristic tightness in her chest. The moment was loaded, though she wasn't sure why. Daisy was calm, composed—exactly as she had been at the Grammys and the afterparty. Her green eyes were sharp, observant, but distant, as if she was holding something back.

Taylor cleared her throat, offering a smile. "So, thanks for coming out. I know it's been a busy week."

Daisy nodded, her expression polite but unreadable. "Yeah, well, that's the industry, right? Always busy."

Taylor chuckled softly, taking a sip of her coffee. She had expected this to be easier, more natural. She was used to making conversation, keeping things light. But there was something about Daisy that made her feel... off balance. It wasn't the fame or the distance—Taylor could handle those things. It was the silence between them. It wasn't awkward, but it was charged, like they were both waiting for something to happen.

"You've been doing a lot of hosting lately," Taylor continued, trying to steer the conversation into safe territory. "Are you thinking about moving into more of that?"