Ensley, was in town for a brief break between photo shoots. She had just finished an event and decided to stop by a high-end café she frequented whenever she was back in the city. Dressed in a casual yet stylish outfit, she entered the café, her presence immediately turning heads.
Ensley, now fully aware that her peace had been disrupted, sighed as she walked into the café. She was trying to unwind after a hectic week, but fate had other plans. Her eyes landed on Jomarie, the sharp-tongued attorney, standing by the counter. Their first encounter months ago had left Ensley more than a little frustrated, and the thought of another run-in wasn’t exactly on her wishlist.
Jomarie, with her usual confident stance, hadn’t noticed Ensley yet. But the moment she did, a smirk spread across her face. “Well, if it isn’t the runway queen back in town. Did you miss me?” she teased, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.
Ensley let out a small, annoyed laugh, crossing her arms. “Of all the cafés in this city, Jomarie. Why here?”
Jomarie grinned, clearly enjoying the tension. “I could ask you the same thing. Shouldn’t you be in Milan or something?”
Ensley wasn’t in the mood for small talk, especially not with Jomarie, who always had a way of turning conversations into a battle of wits. “I came for coffee, not another debate,” Ensley replied coolly, already preparing herself for Jomarie’s usual provocations.
“Oh, come on, Ensley,” Jomarie said, taking a step closer. “You know I’m just keeping you on your toes. Besides, you secretly love our little verbal sparring matches, don’t you?”
Ensley shot her a sharp look. “If by ‘love,’ you mean ‘barely tolerate,’ then sure.”
Jomarie chuckled, unfazed as always. “I missed this,” she said with a playful wink. “But don’t worry, I’ll let you get your coffee in peace this time.”
Ensley shook her head, suppressing a smile despite herself. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re predictable,” Jomarie countered, her grin widening. “Until next time, runway queen.”
As Jomarie strutted out of the café, Ensley took a deep breath, trying to shake off the irritation that had quickly settled in. She stared at the door for a moment, her jaw clenched, silently fuming. Every time she crossed paths with Jomarie, it felt like her patience was tested in ways she wasn’t prepared for.
"Why does she always have to be so infuriating?" Ensley muttered under her breath, gripping her coffee cup tighter than necessary. Jomarie had this uncanny ability to push all the wrong buttons, making even a simple encounter feel like a battle.
She sat down at a nearby table, still stewing over the conversation. No matter how hard she tried to stay composed, Jomarie always managed to make her lose her cool. It wasn’t just the attorney’s sharp with it was the way she seemed to take pleasure in getting under Ensley’s skin.
Sipping her coffee, Ensley tried to focus on something else, but the annoyance lingered. “Next time,” she thought to herself, “I’ll be ready. She’s not getting to me like that again.”
But deep down, Ensley knew that Jomarie had a way of making every encounter unpredictable and part of her was already dreading the next one.
Just as Ensley was trying to calm herself down, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and saw her manager's name flashing. With a sigh, she picked it up, already bracing herself for whatever was next on her packed schedule.
“Hey, Ms. Ens, hope you're ready,” her manager's upbeat voice came through the line. “I just locked in your next photoshoot it’s with Vogue Italia, and they want you on set next week.”
Ensley’s annoyance faded instantly, replaced by a spark of excitement. Despite everything, she loved her work. “Vogue Italia? That's huge,” she said, a smile forming on her lips.
“Yup, it's big. They loved your last spread and want something bold this time. Think high fashion meets avant-garde. We’ll need to finalize the concept tomorrow, so clear your morning.”
Ensley nodded, feeling a rush of energy. “Got it. I’ll be there. Thanks for pulling this together.”
“Of course. Rest up tonight, you’ve got a busy week ahead,” her manager added before hanging up.
Ensley leaned back in her chair, her mood already lifting. The frustration from her run-in with Jomarie was fading, replaced by the thrill of her upcoming shoot. Nothing recharged her quite like stepping back into the world of fashion, and she was ready to leave everything else behind—at least for now.
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