UNSPOKEN ECHOES 🗣️
334 Words
Saturday morning came slow and golden. The kind of morning where the world felt quieter than usual, and everything demanded a pause.
Max stood at his kitchen counter, coffee in hand, still dressed in the suit pants from the night before. The gallery lingered in his mind like a scent—faint, but impossible to ignore.
He hadn’t expected to enjoy it. Or her.
Sophia.
There was something about the way she moved through the crowd, unapologetically herself. And their conversation... it hadn’t been long, but it was enough to throw him off balance. She was chaos. And he didn’t know what that made him anymore.
He shook the thoughts away, blaming the wine, the late hour, the strange pull of the evening. Still, he caught himself googling her art later—only to close the tab two minutes in, annoyed at himself.
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Across Town
Sophia sat cross-legged on her studio floor, a canvas propped up in front of her, untouched. Her mind wasn’t on her work—it was on him.
Max.
Uptight, rigid, observant Max, who somehow managed to be both infuriating and weirdly... interesting.
She remembered the way he looked at her painting. Not with confusion or polite curiosity, but like he saw something real.
Something familiar.
She hated that it stayed with her.
With a frustrated sigh, she dipped her brush in color and let it fly across the canvas. This one wouldn’t be for sale. It was already too personal.
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Lila's Office
Lila sat with a client, nodding as the woman rambled on about wanting “someone respectful, financially stable, and not too adventurous.” The usual.
But her mind was elsewhere.
She’d watched Max and Sophia interact, and something about the air between them had changed. It wasn't just chemistry—it was awareness. Lila had seen it before, but not like this. Not with them.
She jotted something in her notebook without really thinking:
"What happens when you create a match that changes you, too?
- Writer
