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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