When loves speaks

the rhythmic beats of Afrobeat music floated through the air. In the middle of the chaos, Amara navigated her way

at she got an opportunity like this, and she couldn't afford to let it slip through her fingers. She was an artist was career was lagging behind and she

freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air. She exhaled, adjusting her yellow sundress before stepp

er cups of steaming cappuccino.student looking at their books and studying , girls gossiping at a distance and she

o message. She checked one more ti

tarted sketching the café's interior. Drawing was her escape, a way to quiet the noise in her mind. A way to feel safe and a

angry and frustrated but thanks to her drawing books she felt safe and secu

had admired her work, made promises, and then disappeared. It was constant, she felt like people

d leave, a deep voice spoke behind

s?" A man sai

long lushious hair and he was cute. His navy-blue suit fit him perfectly, his neatly trimmed beard complementing his strong jawline. His dark eyes studied the sketch

e something I did for a client I have better o

ed the essence of this place perfectly."I mean look at t

one really tells me that they actually in

talk, especially after being stood up.

focused you were. It's rare to see someone so absorbed in their craft." I mean nowadays people just use AI t

mpliments around like confetti. There was something about his demeanor-calm, controlled,

aid simply. She was still looking

replied. "Do you s

nodded. "I do." But

ed a hand

ma

was firm, warm

sion a painting," h

ou?" You want one

or something original for my office. Your work has a certain raw be

him. People often praised her art b

?" she asked, na

ek black business card, sliding it across the table. "My offi

d. Daniel Adeyemi, Lead

ered back to h

"And art

n't seem like a scammer, and his

id finally. "I'll

ned. "Looking

nodded slightly, and

ghtening around the business card.she

disappointment, but now

stepping through it w

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