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As the busy city of Paris thrummed with its usual energy They sat in a corner booth, laughing over a story from Callum's childhood, his face lighting up as he recounted the time Ben stole an entire roast chicken off the counter during a family dinner.
"You know," Callum said, leaning back in his seat after they finished eating, "I've been thinking about what you said last week. About your job and how it made you feel."
Evara tensed slightly, unsure of where he was going.
"I think you should try something new," he continued. "Modeling might've been what you wanted, but there's so much more you could do. Maybe photography, maybe designing—something that lets you be in control. You don't have to fit their mold if you create your own."
She stared at him, taken aback. The idea hadn't even crossed her mind, and yet, hearing it from him made it feel... possible. "I don't know, Callum" she said hesitantly. "That feels like such a big leap I've literally. Came so far to do it. If I switch my motive I'd feel like a failure"
Callum leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as he met her eyes with a steady gaze. "You're not a failure, Evara," he said firmly. "Trying something new doesn't erase what you've already done. It just means you're brave That's not a failure"
"I dunno, anything but modeling just isn't an option for me. I have my mind set on one thing" she answered
"My friend Genevieve, she uhm.." He started
"...she runs a lot of runway shows now," Callum said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "She coordinates everything—models, designers, even the production team. She'd understand where you're coming from better than anyone."
Evara raised an eyebrow, skepticism written across her face. "And why would she want to talk to me? Sounds like she's got her plate full."
" I'll ask her," he said simply. "She's a good friend, You don't have to decide anything right now. Just meet her"
She stared at him, the weight of his words settling over her. "You really think she'd be willing to help me?"
"I don't think—" Callum's smile widened into something warm and reassuring. "—I know she will"
"Alright," she said quietly. "I'll meet her. But no promises this changes anything."
"That's all I'm asking," he said, leaning back in his chair.
_______2 HOURS LATER_______
After their first stop was a small café tucked away on a quiet side street.
Later on they wandered through the park, where the air carried a faint chill but was softened by the warmth of the late-morning sun. They stopped by a street performer—a man playing a soulful tune on his violin—and exchanged a knowing glance as they dropped a few coins into his open case. Their fingers brushed past each other.
