She hesitated before stepping out, clutching her small purse to her chest. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You're… different now."
Leo smiled, teasingly. "You mean better?"
Her cheeks warmed. "I didn't say that."
"Then maybe I'll take it as a yes."
She looked away quickly, trying to hide the shy smile forming on her lips. They walked side by side up the short steps to her door.
When they stopped, Leo leaned slightly against the wall, watching her fidget with her keys. "You're still the same," he said quietly. "Still can't look at me for more than three seconds."
Her face turned pink. "That's… not true," she said, voice small.
"Really?" he asked with a playful grin. "Then look at me now."
Daisy glanced up — just for a heartbeat — then quickly looked away again. "You're teasing me," she mumbled, biting her lip.
He chuckled softly, loving every second of her nervousness. "Maybe just a little."
When she finally opened the door, she turned to face him, shy but polite. "Thank you… for the ride."
"Anytime," he said, voice low and sincere. "And, Daisy…"
She looked up again, eyes wide.
"I meant it. I won't break it this time."
For a second, she just stared at him — then nodded quietly before stepping inside.
Leo watched her until the door clicked shut, a smile tugging at his lips.
This time, he wasn't going to lose her.
The day passed faster than Daisy expected.
Her morning was swallowed up by makeup, costume fittings, and endless camera flashes. The director's voice echoed across the set, giving orders, adjusting lights, calling for retakes.
But even through the chaos, Daisy found herself sneaking glances at her phone — hoping for one thing.
And every time it buzzed, her heart jumped.
> Leo: "Don't forget to eat something, busy girl."
Daisy: "I did. A little."
Leo: "A little isn't enough. I might have to come feed you myself."
She smiled softly, biting her lip as she read the last line. Her assistant noticed and whispered teasingly, "Who's making you blush like that, Daisy?"
Daisy quickly hid her phone. "N-No one. It's just a friend."
"A friend?" her assistant grinned. "Then that's one very special friend."
Daisy turned away, her cheeks glowing even under her light makeup.
Meanwhile, miles away in his glass-walled office, Leo sat behind his desk, his laptop open and phone beside him. Papers were stacked high, and his assistant waited by the door for instructions — but Leo wasn't listening.
His attention was on his phone.
> Daisy: "How's work? You must be busy."
Leo: "Always. But I still have time to text my favorite actress."
He smirked a little as he sent it.
> Daisy: "Stop teasing. You should focus."
Leo: "I am focused. On you."
She didn't reply for a while after that. Probably filming again. But just knowing she'd read it made his day lighter than usual.
Every break she got, Daisy would glance at her messages.
Every meeting Leo finished, he'd sneak a quick reply.
Two people — one on a film set, the other in a corporate tower — but somehow, they made the world feel smaller, like they were just a few words apart.
By the time night fell, Daisy was exhausted. She lay on her bed, scrolling through their chat before sending one last message:
> Daisy: "Goodnight. Don't stay up too late working."
> Leo: "Goodnight, Daisy. Sleep well. Tomorrow… I'll come see you."
She paused, staring at the screen, her heart fluttering again.
She typed slowly, hesitant fingers trembling just a bit:
> Daisy: "Okay."
She pressed send and then hid her face in her pillow, whispering to herself, "Why does he still make me feel like this?"
Outside her window, the city lights glowed softly — and somewhere across town, Leo smiled at his screen before putting his phone down.
Tomorrow, he'd see her again.