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Situations

In the days that followed, Keira visited a supplier’s store in the Manhattan. She stepped in wearing soft pink shorts and a striped shirt, her bag resting easily against her side and fishnet ballet flats tapping lightly on the floor as she walked.

The supplier’s workspace was quiet, professional, all sharp lines and neutral tones. Keira stood by a long table, examining the materials laid out for almost an hour. She moved slowly, focused , her attention fixed on texture and weight rather than color.

The woman assisting her turned slightly toward a colleague across the room and spoke without thinking.

“Esta chica no parece segura todavía”

(This girl doesn’t look sure yet)

Keira didn’t look up right away.

She ran her fingers along the edge of the leather once more, then said calmly,

“Estoy segura. Solo soy cuidadosa”

(I’m sure. Just careful)

The room went still.

The supplier froze for half a second, then looked back at Keira, surprised.

“Oh—“ she said, switching quickly “I didn’t realize you spoke Spanish”

Keira finally met her eyes “I do” then almost nonchalantly, she went back to inspecting the materials.

There was no awkwardness after that. Just respect.

They finished up professionally—minimums, timeline, what could and couldn’t be guaranteed. No rush. No pressure. Keira took only what she needed and left without promising more than she was ready to give.

:)

Back home, the door closed softly behind her.

She dropped her bag by the console, walked farther in, and sat down near the window. Slowly, she slipped out of her flats, rolling her feet against the cool floor, letting the day settle into her body.

For a moment, she did nothing .

Then her phone rang.

She stood up from her spot and hurried to her bag. When she had her phone, she answered without looking at the screen.

“Hey” she said

A familiar voice spoke—updates, logistics, progress. Something in Los Angeles. Delays. Timelines. Decisions that would need her attention soon.

She listened quietly, eyes unfocused.

“Okay” she said after a moment “Send me what you have”

She ended the call and walked back to sit at her window spot.

The leather samples still sat untouched on the counter.

Keira stayed where she was, barefoot now—thinking not about ideas, not about hype—

—but about timing.

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Sierra lounged on the black armchair in her favorite café, a warm cup of latte cradled in her hands. Across from her, Immi, her bubbly friend ,tapping perfectly manicured nails on the table.

“So…spill”, Immi said, leaning forward , her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Any cute guy lately? Someone taking you out for dinner, maybe even a boyfriend in the picture?”

Sierra smiled, stirring her lattè absentmindedly. She merely shrugged. “I’ve been too busy to notice”

Immi rolled her eyes.”Busy doesn’t mean unavailable. Come on, Sierra. You deserve someone who actually makes you excited to see them”

She laughed softly, a small, private warmth blooming in her chest. She thought of Aaron Samuels, a man of effortless charm and those piercing eyes. The brief encounter earlier in the week lingered in her mind—the way he’d smiled across his office at her and the easy confidence in his voice. She said nothing, letting the thought slip away like a whisper between them.

“The Joys of modern dating” She said, full of so much Sacarsm “Honestly, half the guys i meet online seem more interested in emojis than actual conversation”

She said without interest.

“Exactly! But you just can’t sit on your profile forever like it’s some museum artifact. Swipe left, swipe right, girl. You’re twenty-one today but tomorrow you might be thirty-one”

Sierra rolled her eyes with a smile then said “Maybe one day,” she lifted her latté in mock salute. “Until then, I’ll survive on caffeine and my killer playlist”

When she returned back home, the quiet of her apartment greeted her like an old friend. She walked to her bedroom upstairs and quickly freshened herself up.

After that, she sank into her bed, scrolling aimlessly through her IPad aimlessly until she paused on the dating app she’d long abandoned.

A notification blinked at her. (Hey, i couldn’t help but notice your profile. Want to grab coffee this weekend?)

Curious, she tapped it. The stranger’s profile showed a warm smile and similar surroundings—parks, cafès, streets she knew and turned out, his location wasn’t far from hers.

Sierra hesitated. Thinking about what Immi had been yapping about earlier. Then, with a small, decisive nod, swiped to accept the date. She thought a little exploring couldn’t hurt anyway.

:)

Sierra took her time getting dressed the next evening—not out of excitement but out of habit. She was going out with the man she had met online last night. She chose a clean, elegant summer look: light fabric that moved easily against her skin, tailored just enough to show intention. Nothing loud. Nothing desperate. She looked fine because she was fine.

Standing infront of the mirror, she adjusted one detail, then another. Calm. Composed. She wasn’t scared of the date, and she wasn’t dressing to impress. The date to her was just simply exploration—observing, listening, seeing what kind of man would sit in front of her.

Her phone rang. Immi.

“So?” Immi teased. “You dressed up nicely or you’re still pretending not to care.”

“I dressed well,” Keira replied evenly “That’s different”

Immi laughed “Of course it is”

;

:)

At the restaurant, Sierra arrived unbothered. Summer air clung softly to her skin as she walked in. Her presence quiet but noticeable. When she sat down, she listened more than she spoke. The man talked—alot. Stories stacked on stories, words filling every pause.

He was a nice looking man—tall, with neatly combed dark hair and a friendly smile that suggested confidence. His suit was fitted , classy but not flashy and he carried himself with an easy,talkative energy. Handsome enough to notice at first glance, but his charm faded the longer he spoke.

She let him speak, her expression unreadable, eyes kept steady on him.

She wasn’t impressed. She wasn’t offended either.

She simply watched him.

The way he talked over moments, the way he seemed unaware of silence. Sierra burned her gaze into him. He hadn’t even asked her what she did for a living. Perhaps he felt she was too young to earn a steady living. Hadn’t asked how her day went, just kept the chatter none stop.

By the time the dinner ended, her conclusion was clear; not for me.

Outside, as he walked her to her car, she noticed someone across the street.

Aaron Samuels.

He saw her too.

Their eyes met briefly—nothing dramatic, nothing obvious. Just a quiet moment where he took her in: the way she stood, the way summer sat on her skin, the way her eyes held that intensity. He didn’t interrupt , didn’t approach, just watched.

Anyone else might have assumed she was on a date. Aaron simply observed. Curiosity sharpening behind his expression.

Sierra didn’t react. She got into her car smoothly, closed the door, drove away—her face unchanged. Her thoughts steady. It had never been more than exploration and she remained who she was : composed, aware, and in control.