As I walked through my apartment door, I found Aria sitting on the couch, her brows furrowed in concern. "Where have you been?" she asked worriedly, already rushing toward me. I sighed, dropping my bag by the door. "Aria, you don't have to always ask that." She shook her head. "Yes, I do. Especia
Aria breezed into the room, her usual vibrant energy filling the space. "Evie, you ready?" I turned to face her, offering a weak smile. "I guess so." She arched an eyebrow, concern evident in her gaze. "Hey, what's going on? You've been acting really strange all day." I let out a sigh, running a
“Go, Timothy!” Aria jammed her foam finger in the air, disregarding the box of popcorn that fell from her lap. Lucas was stretching his neck, trying to get a good view of the action despite the people standing in front of us. “I still have no idea what’s going on,” he admitted aloud, looking to me
He turned toward me, his hazel eyes bright with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. "Evie!" he greeted, his voice warm and genuine. As he neared, his broad shoulders seemed to fill the space between us. "I can't believe you came to watch," he added, his tone laced with appreciation. "Of cours
Timothy: I didn’t mean to scare you off...I glanced at the texts briefly before dismissing them, my cheeks tinged with a subtle shade of pink. Despite the warmth of my face, I focused my attention back on my work, determined to bury the awkwardness of our encounter. As I typed, the emails began to
My fists clenched, and I took a step closer to him, my voice dripping with venom. "You have no idea what it takes to succeed, Jasper. I've suffered my share of sleepless nights to get where I am. And if you think for a second that I got here by compromising my integrity, you're sorely mistaken." He
Stepping into Mr. Erickson's office felt like entering the lion's den. The dim lighting cast an air of formality over the space, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension as I closed the door behind me. Mr. Erickson, with his imposing presence and air of authority, was seated behind his
A bitter taste of disillusionment settled in my mouth. How many more people were going to take advantage of me? How many more obstacles would I have to overcome to truly be recognized for my skills and dedication? As my fingers absently tapped on the keyboard, I couldn't help but think of Timothy.