The soft hum of the city faded behind the car as he pulled up. He texted me,but i even imagined his voice calm, steady — the kind that immediately put you at ease. My heart fluttered in anticipation.
When I stepped out, he was already there, waiting. Everything about him spoke of quiet elegance — formal, composed, gentle. He moved with a grace that seemed effortless, and yet deliberate, like he belonged to another world entirely.
He opened the car's door for me, his hand lingering just a moment longer than necessary, a small, silent gesture that made the air between us electric. I couldn't help but notice the way he looked at me — attentive, patient, as if he had all the time in the world.
Then, he handed me a bouquet. Lilies. My favorite. My breath caught. Before I could even say anything, he extended another — red chrysanthemums, vibrant and bold, just because they were beautiful. Two bouquets, two gestures, and in that single moment, my heart betrayed me: it skipped, stumbled, and surrendered.
It wasn't just flowers. It wasn't just gentleness. It was the way he noticed, remembered, and cared without a word. And just like that, in the quiet elegance of his presence, he stole my heart — before I even had a chance to resist.
Hey… hey!
It's me—Zia... 28. The… hell?
Some days, life feels like a broken loop: work, eat, sleep, edit… rinse, repeat. Damn it. Stuck. Repeating. Forever.
Oh! Almost forgot…
I'm just a freshman in film production, stepping—nervously, boldly—into the unforgiving, glittering chaos of the entertainment world.
And now… everything is about to change.
After a long day on set, the world felt heavy—then suddenly, impossibly light. One of my clients handed me a bouquet of flowers, delicate and fragrant, accompanied by a few gifts wrapped in soft, careful paper. I couldn't resist capturing the moment, so naturally, I shared it on social media.
Not long after, a friend replied to my post:
"Hey… are you dating someone, by the way?"
I laughed, trying to sound casual. "No, not at all. Why?"
Her reply came almost immediately:
"Really??"
That was the day I sent him the first text… lol, what was I even thinking?!
Me—actually typing and hitting "send" to a guy. Someone… real. Someone who exists outside my carefully curated world. This is not me. Not at all.
And yet… there it went. Out into the universe, a little spark of chaos I couldn't take back.