Sorry for not updating guys, but I was in NYC and I actually walked through Cornelia Street - met some cute swifties tho plus their boyfriends who had no plan whats so special about cornelia street. This trip also helped me getting the Idea about this one shot!
In this one Taylor isn't famous, but she's rich and 24, Y/N is still a 18 year old student from another country and is only visiting NYC. ______________________________________________
Excitedly, I stepped out of the subway station, my heart pounding with anticipation. The city buzzed around me, alive and electric, but what caught my attention first were the pride flags swaying gently in the breeze. A smile tugged at my lips as I took in the vibrant atmosphere, feeling a sense of belonging in this unfamiliar place.
As I wandered aimlessly, my gaze landed on a street sign: Cornelia Street. Something about the name made my heart skip a beat, though I wasn’t sure why. I continued walking, my steps light, until I noticed a figure ahead—a tall blonde with soft curls cascading over her shoulders.
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Our eyes met.
For a moment, the world around us faded, leaving just the two of us standing there, caught in a silent exchange. She hesitated, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something, but I beat her to it.
"Hi, could you maybe tell me where the nearest restroom is?" I asked, my voice steady despite the unexpected rush of nerves.
She tilted her head, blue eyes scanning me in a way that made my skin tingle. Then, with a slow, knowing smile, she said, "I’m not quite sure... but you can use mine, gorgeous."
Something about the way she said it sent warmth rushing through me.
"That would be nice," I replied, returning her smile.
Her apartment, number 23, was breathtaking—spacious, elegant, yet effortlessly cozy. She led me to the restroom, and after I used it, I thanked her sincerely. There was something captivating about her, something I couldn’t quite put into words.
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The next day, I found myself in a small café in Brooklyn, the kind of place where time seemed to slow down. Soft music hummed in the background as I absentmindedly stirred my hot chocolate, watching the steam curl into the air.
"Can I offer you my company?"
The familiar voice sent a shiver down my spine. I looked up, and there she was—standing before me, a playful glint in her striking blue eyes.
"You again," I murmured, my lips curling into a smile. I gestured to the seat beside me, and she gladly accepted, her presence effortlessly filling the space between us.
"Are you stalking me?" I teased, raising an eyebrow as I met her gaze.
She giggled, the sound like a melody. "That’s actually a good idea... maybe I should." Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she narrowed them slightly, making my heart race.
