yours sincerely, daisy. - taylor swift

07

A few more weeks passed before Daisy had a break from filming, and true to Taylor's message, they set up another meet-up—this time, a casual dinner at a quiet restaurant in LA. It was low-key, the kind of place where celebrities could slip in and out unnoticed.

Daisy arrived first, glancing around the dimly lit space as she waited. The last time they had seen each other in person, there had been an electric charge between them, unspoken but impossible to miss. She wasn't sure what to expect this time.

When Taylor walked in, Daisy felt her pulse quicken—something she wasn't used to. Taylor looked effortlessly chic, her blonde hair loose, a casual smile on her face. It was a stark contrast to the carefully polished pop star image Daisy had seen on stage and in magazines.

"Hey," Taylor greeted her as she sat down, her blue eyes scanning Daisy's face as if trying to gauge the mood.

"Hey," Daisy echoed, offering a small smile. It felt familiar now, like they had been playing this game long enough to know each other's cues. But there was still an underlying tension, a sense that neither of them had quite figured out what this was.

As the conversation flowed—talk of Daisy's movie, Taylor's new music—Daisy found herself relaxing, but the tension never fully left. Every time their eyes met, it felt like there was something unsaid between them, something simmering just beneath the surface.

At one point, Taylor leaned forward slightly, her voice quieter than before. "I've been thinking about what you said at the café. About intensity. I think you're right. Intensity... keeps things interesting."

Daisy raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "You're only just realizing that?"

Taylor chuckled, but there was something deeper in her gaze, something more than amusement. "Maybe I've always known, but sometimes you need someone to remind you."

Daisy didn't respond right away, letting the words hang between them. She wasn't sure where Taylor was going with this, but she was intrigued. There was a charge in the air now, subtle but undeniable. Whatever this was, it wasn't going away.

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Taylor had always been good at reading people, but Daisy was still a mystery to her. There was something about the way she held back, something quiet but potent, like she was waiting for Taylor to make the first move. It was frustrating and intoxicating all at once.

As they finished dinner, the conversation turned lighter again, and Taylor found herself laughing more than she expected. There was something disarming about Daisy, even in her quietness. It made Taylor want to know more, to peel back the layers.

As they left the restaurant, Taylor hesitated before saying goodbye. She didn't want to let the night end just yet, but she wasn't sure how to ask for more without tipping the balance they had carefully maintained.

"Dinner was fun," Daisy said, her voice soft as they stood on the sidewalk. "We should do this again."

Taylor smiled, feeling a flicker of something warm in her chest. "Yeah, we should."

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Daisy had thrown herself back into work, finishing up the final days of Maze Runner: The Death Cure. The pace was relentless, but she preferred it that way—it gave her less time to think about Taylor.

It wasn't like they were dating. Hell, they weren't even friends in the traditional sense. They'd exchanged more texts since their dinner, but it was always light, surface-level. And yet, there was always something beneath the words, something Daisy couldn't ignore.