Coffee

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I arrive back home after the meeting feeling better than ever. I decide to write a demo song for one of the scenes, but first, I need to see if everyone likes it. I'll run it by them when we go for coffee.
I jot down all the lyrics to the song, the words flowing out of me like water.

Lights are turned off
Music is on
Minds are unlocked
This feeling is amazing
Hands on your waist
Liquor is all that we taste
Your freckles lead the way
I trace your constellations

I see it in your eyes
The wind blows west where the sun don't rise, yes
You've got a darker side
You know it's a mess, but you don't need to hide, yes
The sweat is dripping down
Caresses your skin 'til it hits the ground
You're digging deeper now
You're biting your lips so you don't make a sound

Lights are turned off
Music is on
Minds are unlocked
This feeling is amazing
Hands on your waist
Liquor is all that we taste
Your freckles lead the way
I trace your constellations

Now we're four shots in,
Slowly getting sober from the taste of your skin.
We bring the light to the sin,
You pull my head up as you're dripping down my chin.
I feel your heart start to beat
When I hit the spot, you know I hit it perfectly, yeah.
And you taste so sweet,
Leave me wanting more as soon as we get out of the sheets.

Lights are turned off
Music is on
Minds are unlocked
This feeling is amazing
Hands on your waist
Liquor is all that we taste
Your freckles lead the way
I trace your constellations

Now you're gone in the blink of an eye,
I try to remember what you look like.
Orion's Belt in this sky,
Closest thing to you other than my mind.
Now you're gone in the blink of the night,
I try to remember what you taste like.
Deep playing in my head,
The smell of your body is still in my bed.

Lights are turned off
Music is on
Minds are unlocked
This feeling is amazing
Hands on your waist
Liquor is all that we taste
Your freckles lead the way
I trace your constellations.
I trace your constellations.

I finish the song with a satisfied smile when my phone buzzes with a notification from Instagram:
*Ashby Gentry started following you.*
*Ashby Gentry sent you a message*
Ashby: "Hey! I talked to the others. Want to meet up at the coffee shop on Cornelia Street at 3:30?"
Naomi: "That works for me! See you then!"
I look down at the clock—it's 2:45. The coffee shop is only 20 minutes away, so I can leave around 3:00 to avoid being late. I change into a more casual outfit, throw my hair into a braid, and hop into my Jeep Wrangler to head over to the coffee shop.
I arrive at 3:25—perfect timing, I whisper to myself as I notice Ashby standing on the sidewalk. I walk up to him and ask how he's doing. He replies kindly and tells me I look nice. Wait, is Ashby Gentry flirting with me?
Just then, I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Noah and Nikki walking up to us. We all exchange hellos and find a table. I set my notebook down and show them the lyrics I'm working on. They all look up at me with smiles.
Naomi: "This is just a rough draft; I can completely change it."
Nikki: "No, it's great! You should send it to the producers so you can get it recorded."
Ashby: "You're so talented! I can't wait to hear this in the show."
He looks up at me with a smile, and I try to hide my blush, but it doesn't work very well.
As we sit there, sipping our coffees and discussing my lyrics, the conversation flows easily. We share laughs and ideas, and I feel more at ease. I can't shake the feeling of Ashby's gaze lingering on me, adding a flutter of excitement to our meeting.
Eventually, we dive into more casual topics—favorite movies, upcoming projects, and the latest music trends. It feels good to connect with them outside of work. Just as we're wrapping up, Ashby leans in a little closer and says, "I really believe in your talent. Don't underestimate yourself." His words make my heart race.
Feeling encouraged, I reply, "Thanks, Ashby. That means a lot coming from you." As we leave the coffee shop, I can't help but smile, excited not only about my song but also about the budding

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