When up-and-coming model Isabelle meets talented but jaded photographer Milo, sparks fly despite their age difference. Their romance becomes the talk of the New York City fashion scene, fueling rumors and speculation about their scandalous affair. A...
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The next day, while Milo was at work, she got a call. One of her best friends from Arizona, Annie, broke up with her boyfriend. Her long-term boyfriend. Isabelle did the necessary to console her and be there for her.
She spent the rest of the day in the chateau marmont garden, thinking about her w relationship. Something about other people breaking up makes yu reflect on your own relationship.
When Milo got back from his long day of shooting, they lounged, and then went for an easy dinner in west Hollywood. Zinque.
She brought this up to him over guacamole.
"They were together for 6 years can you belive it?" She said, scrichnig her nose, at hte state of the world.
"Is everything to your liking?" The waiter poped by, refilling their glasses.
"Just fine, thanks," Milo said respectfully, but staying focused on Isabelle. "That's a long time," he said to her.
Isabelle nodded, between tiny bites of the chips, "don't tell her, but I think too long. I think its possible to be in arelationshup for too long."
"How so?" Milo asked her. Not in a dissagreeing way but more curious to hear her persepctive.
"Well, unless you for sure know you dont want to be maried or start a family, and you jst want to have a partner...I mean its almst like a limno state istn it? 6 years wihtout marriage?" It was strange to her, to bring up marraige.
"It depends on teh age I think," Milo said, taking a sip of his white wine, "when you're younger theres more time ut youre also less self assured, things change...when you're older though...what are your htougths on timelines?" He asked her, the blue in his eyes peircing stratihgt to her hear.
"Well," Isablle was careful to choose her words here. Not watnting to sound all to oeager but also not too detached. "Two and a half, three yers..I feel like you shouldk now by then. What do you think?"
"Honestly? I think we;re there," Milo said, looking at her eyes.
"What do you mean?" Isablle asked, caught aitle of guard.
"I mean, we hsould both ask ourselves if hter realtionsuop is right for us," Milo said causlly but impactfully.
Isabelle wanst sure there if he was breaking up with her or proposing.
She took a sip of her spicy mezcalita, pausing for a moment.
"You're right," she took a moment of pause, "I think...we need to respeoct ourselves, to do things conciously. Not slide into anything." But what if I love you??? She yelled to herself in her head.
The night winded down and it felt, to her, like they were standing at the edge of a cliff, looking down. Screaming into the void. Looking for packs of wild horses. All at once wildly frightning and exhiliratinf with possibilites.
