In the quiet of Us

Chapter 5: The Unspoken Leader

By the next weekend, the group had settled into their usual dynamic. While their individual ventures often pulled them in different directions, Friday nights were sacred—a time to regroup, unwind, and share updates. This week, the gathering was at Talia’s loft, a sprawling space that reflected her refined taste and skill as an interior designer.

Silvia arrived early, carrying a box of pastries from her café. The warm scent of cinnamon and chocolate filled the air as she placed the box on the marble countertop.

“These look amazing,” Talia said, her eyes lighting up. “I don’t know how you find time to bake with everything else you do.”

“I didn’t,” Silvia admitted, grinning. “My head baker did. I’m just the delivery person today.”

“Well, they’ll be a hit as always,” Talia said, arranging the pastries on a sleek ceramic platter.

The doorbell buzzed, and Talia glanced at Silvia. “Can you grab that? I think it’s Noah.”

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Sure enough, Noah bounded in, his signature enthusiasm lighting up the room.

“Talia! Silvia! Look at this place—it’s like a magazine spread,” he said, spinning dramatically.

“Don’t touch anything,” Talia warned, though her tone was fond.

“Relax, I know the rules,” Noah said, grabbing a pastry. “Wow, these are incredible. Silvia, your team has outdone themselves.”

“Glad you approve,” Silvia said, laughing.

By the time Ricky and William arrived, the loft was buzzing with chatter. Ricky carried a small ceramic vase, which he placed in the center of Talia’s dining table.

“Thought this could add to the ambiance,” he said.

“It’s perfect,” Talia said, examining the piece. “Thank you.”

William, ever punctual and composed, brought a bottle of wine. He handed it to Talia with a nod. “Figured this would go well with whatever you’ve planned.”

Talia smiled. “Thanks, William. You know me too well.”

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It wasn’t long before Carlos arrived, looking a little hesitant but carrying a bouquet of sunflowers.

“These are for you,” he said, handing them to Talia.

“Sunflowers!” Talia exclaimed, genuinely touched. “Thank you, Carlos. They’re beautiful.”

“It’s the least I could do,” he said. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“You’re practically part of the group now,” Talia said warmly, placing the flowers in Ricky’s vase. “Besides, we could use some fresh energy around here.”

“Speak for yourself,” Noah said, mock-offended. “I’m all the energy this group needs.”

“You’re a handful,” Ricky quipped.

“Enough,” Talia said, her tone light but firm. “Let’s sit. We’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

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The evening unfolded in Talia’s typically seamless style. She guided the conversation with ease, balancing lighthearted jokes with thoughtful insights. When the topic shifted to the upcoming resort project, her leadership became even more evident.

“Ricky and Silvia, your roles are clear,” Talia said, looking between them. “But we need to finalize the design brief by next week. I’ll make time to coordinate with you both.”

Ricky nodded. “I’ll send over my preliminary sketches tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” Talia said, then turned to William. “Can you handle the marketing angle? We’ll need something compelling to set this resort apart.”

“Already working on it,” William said.

“And Noah,” Talia said, her tone teasing. “Try not to scare off the investors.”

“Who, me?” Noah said, grinning. “I’m a delight.”

The group laughed, and even Carlos seemed impressed by how naturally Talia commanded the room.

“You’re good at this,” he said to her during a lull in the conversation.

Talia shrugged, her humility genuine. “I just keep things moving. Everyone here knows what they’re doing.”

“Still,” Carlos said, glancing at the others. “They all look up to you. That’s rare, especially for someone so young.”

Talia smiled, her expression softening. “Age doesn’t matter when you have the right people around you. They make it easy.”

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Later in the evening, the group shifted to Talia’s rooftop garden, where string lights cast a warm glow over the space. Silvia found herself standing with Carlos again, a pattern that was becoming unsettlingly frequent.

“Your group is impressive,” Carlos said, leaning against the railing.

“They’re the best,” Silvia said, her voice filled with pride.

“And Talia,” he added. “She’s something else.”

“She’s the heart of it all,” Silvia agreed. “We’d be lost without her.”

Carlos studied her, his expression unreadable. “You all seem so sure of your place in the world. It’s... intimidating.”

Silvia frowned, surprised. “You’re doing fine, Carlos. You’re talented, confident. Why would you think otherwise?”

He hesitated, then said, “Because acting is so transient. One day, you’re on top, and the next, you’re forgotten. What you all have—it’s solid, lasting. I want that.”

His vulnerability caught Silvia off guard, and she found herself softening toward him despite her earlier resolve to keep her distance.

“You’ll find it,” she said quietly. “You’re more grounded than you realize.”

Carlos smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Maybe.”

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By the time the evening wound down, the group was in high spirits. Talia’s steady influence had, as always, ensured that every detail was perfect.

As Silvia left, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her carefully ordered world was beginning to shift. Carlos’s presence was stirring emotions she wasn’t ready to face, and the ease with which he connected with her friends only made things more complicated.

For now, though, she pushed those thoughts aside. There were bigger things to focus on—like the resort project and keeping up with Talia’s ever-efficient pace.

But as she drove home, a nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered that Carlos wasn’t going to be easy to ignore.

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