Michaella, a gifted writer, finds herself haunted by the memories of a love that slipped through her fingers. As she pens down her heartache and cherished moments with Gabrielle, an architect whose charm and warmth once made her world brighter, she...
Michaella woke up to the pale morning light filtering in through the curtains. The morning was quiet, save for the soft rustling of leaves outside her window. She rubbed her eyes, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying yesterday's events. She had received a text from Damien the previous evening, inviting her for coffee to discuss the script and the vision for the movie. The thought of meeting him again stirred a mix of excitement and nervousness. Damien was charming, and there was an unspoken tension between them that Michaella wasn't sure how to interpret.
After dragging herself out of bed, Michaella went about her morning routine. The aroma of coffee filled her kitchen as she stood in front of the window, sipping her cup slowly. She took her time getting ready, choosing an outfit that was elegant but understated—something that conveyed professionalism. She settled on high-waisted jeans and a white blouse, paired with simple gold earrings. She wanted to keep things business-like, even if Damien had a way of making things feel... different.
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Elijah, who is staying over because of some renovations in his apartment, strolled into the kitchen, yawning as he grabbed a mug. He watched her for a moment, a teasing smile appearing. "Someone's dressing to impress this morning."
Michaella shot him a look over her shoulder, her cheeks warming slightly. "It's just coffee, El. We're discussing the movie."
"Right, just coffee," he repeated, his grin widening. "I know that look, Ella. I think you like him."
She sighed, shaking her head. "It's not like that. He's kind, but it's still work. And honestly, it's just... complicated."
Elijah softened, walking over and squeezing her shoulder. "I get it. Just... go with an open mind. You deserve to have some fun, you know."
Michaella smiled, appreciating his support. "I know, El. Thanks."
Later that morning, Michaella found herself standing in front of a quaint café, her heart skipping a beat as she spotted Damien at a corner table, already waiting. He stood up as soon as he saw her, his smile widening.
"Michaella, you made it," he greeted, his voice warm as he gestured for her to sit.
"Of course," she replied, settling into her seat. The café was charming, with small potted plants decorating the tables and a soft buzz of chatter in the background.
Damien ordered for them, insisting on her trying the café's signature cappuccino. There was an ease in the way he spoke, and as they chatted, Michaella found herself relaxing. They discussed the script, the characters, and Damien's vision for the movie. He listened intently, nodding as she shared her thoughts, his gaze never leaving hers.
"You have such a clear vision, Michaella," he said after a while, his voice sincere. "I can see how much this story means to you, and it's inspiring."
