Olivia Hart remained skeptical as the car drove through the brightly lit streets of Manhattan. After all, what she'd just heard was hard to believe.
"Really, just for that?" he asked with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.
The driver, a man with a calm voice and serene confidence, smiled at the question. Olivia felt a little proud: she had recognized a spark of openness in herself, even if the doubt still lingered.
Nowadays, Olivia thought, many young people tend to underestimate the experience of their elders. They believe everything they do is wrong until they come face to face with reality. Only then do they discover that true wealth is not just the time gained, but the wisdom accumulated.
"Not only that," the driver replied. "The structure of the face, the height of the forehead, the length of the jaw—everything fits almost perfectly. There's a natural harmony. Men and women are attracted to each other, connect, bond, and become friends quickly."
Olivia reached out, lightly touching Adrian Foster's forehead, trying to imprint that sensation on her memory. Fragments of memories surfaced in her mind, but they were too vague to form a complete picture. The time they had shared had been brief, and she had never experienced such direct physical contact.
He felt a slight unease, a desire to confirm whether the driver's intuition was correct. But he also allowed himself to give in to curiosity:Forget it... let's go step by step.
"Don't worry about the future," she said to herself. "Just let it flow."
Adrian, sitting opposite her in the car, smiled slightly, watching her intently. Olivia, recognizing his gaze, felt a little vulnerable. However, the conversation took an unexpected turn when they both lapsed into silence, accompanied only by the sound of night traffic.
The New York night was clear and full of stars. Olivia looked at the sky through the windshield, imagining constellations forming fleeting hearts. It was a contrast to the unstoppable energy of the city, and she enjoyed it.
Meanwhile, in Adrián Foster's office, the day had begun with a mixture of frustration and determination. A friendly match between teammates ended badly: four out of five players performed poorly. Adrián, always competitive, stopped playing and took on the role of strategist:
—Games are for adults, not children. If you have free time, use it to learn, not to get lost in distractions. If you want something more serious, send me a message on WhatsApp; I have a site you might enjoy.
A spontaneous laugh rang out from one of the nearby phones. Adrian jumped, leaping up from the couch. He smiled wryly:Everyone seems like a child when it comes to competitions.
The rest of the day was filled with meetings, content reviews, and a quiet anxiety about seeing Olivia again. Her absence during the day left an unexpected void.
In the end, she decided to visit the content department. There, she found Ethan Clarke, one of their most creative employees, carefully disassembling a camera, while his colleagues watched intrigued.
"Hi, Adrian," Ethan greeted him enthusiastically.
At that moment, Olivia appeared in the studio doorway, dressed in a casual but impeccable look: a cream-colored cardigan over a white lace blouse, ripped jeans that showed off her slender figure, and comfortable ankle boots that complemented her style. The night wind gently moved her hair, making it impossible for Adrian to look away.
"Hi, Adrian," she greeted with a smile. "What a coincidence, meeting you here. I had something to tell you."
Adrian raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
—Work or personal matters?
Olivia smiled slightly.
"More like... a mix," he replied, showing a recent notification on his phone. "The video we recorded is already online."
Adrian was pleasantly surprised. This unexpected efficiency was proof of how special their meeting had been.
—How is it working?
"Excellent," Olivia responded. "Almost 200,000 likes and thousands of comments. It exceeded all our expectations. It's the most successful video on our platform in months. Many celebrities are now looking to collaborate with us."
Adrian smiled with satisfaction. He'd always dreamed of being the center of attention, of receiving attention. And that response was more than flattering.
"Where can I see it?" Adrian asked curiously.
Olivia opened her laptop, showing the video. Adrian watched it, feeling slightly embarrassed. It was a simple montage but charged with emotion. The comments were filled with passionate reactions:
"The protagonist is gorgeous; every gesture conveys something profound. I'd love to meet him."
"She looks like she's straight out of a dream... they both have incredible chemistry."
"What are their names? I want to follow them."
Olivia leaned back in her chair, smiling as she read some of the comments. Adrian, for his part, frowned with a hint of pride. He couldn't deny that the unexpected content had created a magnetic effect.
"This is just the beginning," Adrian muttered to himself.
Olivia looked up, meeting his gaze. The city's brilliance reflected in her eyes, and something in that instant told them their story was just beginning.