Between the lines of love

he city had always felt alive, its pulse beating in sync with my own ambitions. But tonight, as I sat in my corner off

the chaos of adulthood. I was intelligent, resourceful, and some might even say beautiful-my chestnut-brown hair fell i

op. I brushed a strand of hair out of my face and adjusted my blazer, trying to focus on the task at hand. Y

dy left, their laughter echoing faintly in the corridor. Gath

he reception desk. His dark suit was impeccable, as always, and h

y voice quieter

replied, gesturing towa

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er the building's awning. The streetlights cast a golden glow on th

d, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets.

e ice water. "What a

g to New York for work. A fresh start.

ng despite my best efforts. "Three years

he said, but his tone be

at would make this make sense. But there was nothing left to say. Nathan's dec

e said, turning and

izzle soak into my hair, my h

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n where I could collect my thoughts. I ordered a cappuccino and settled

ost cinematic. The rain blurred the edges of the world,

moved with quiet purpose, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure in the small café. His face

qued. He didn't seem like the type to fre

gaze back to my coffee, trying not to seem obvious. But

my notebook tumbling to the floor. Before I coul

ed, his voice d

replied, feeling a faint

nother word. I tried to focus on my cappucci

wa

e back to reality. Gathering my things, I stepped out i

t a glimpse of him disappearing into the d

I th