No one's pov:
As she pushed open the door to
the cozy cafe, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, and her eyes landed on a striking figure with fiery red hair. The girl's vibrant locks cascaded down her back like a waterfall of autumn hues, and her bright smile illuminated the room. They collided, literally, as she wasn't watching where she was going, and the red-haired girl's coffee splattered everywhere. Apologetic words tumbled out as she steadied the girl's cup, her fingers brushing against hers in the process.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, time stood still. The red-haired girl's piercing gaze left her breathless, and she felt an inexplicable jolt, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together. She drank in the details: the smattering of freckles across the girl's cheeks, her bright pink lips, and the sparkle in her eyes. The sounds of the cafe faded into the background as they stood there, the air thick with an unspoken connection.
As she handed the girl a napkin to clean up the spill, their hands touched again, sending a shiver down her spine. "I'm so sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The red-haired girl smiled, and her eyes crinkled at the corners. "It's okay, I'm just a little clumsy sometimes," she replied, her voice husky and warm. They exchanged a lingering glance, and she knew in that instant: she was smitten.
After that they both went their separate ways
Michelle's pov:
I stormed down the hallway, my fiery red hair bouncing with each step, my mind consumed by the latest business deal gone sour. Suddenly, I collided with a solid figure, and my papers went flying. I looked up to apologize, and my eyes met the all-too-familiar smirk of my twin brother, Michael. "Watch where you're going, sis," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. I rolled my eyes, and our argument about the company’s future picked up right where we left off.
"You can't just dismiss my ideas, Michael," I said, my voice rising as I gathered my scattered papers. He chuckled, "You're too emotional, Michelle. Business is about logic, not feelings." I scoffed, "You're not the only one who knows what's best for this company." Our banter was familiar, but the tension between us was palpable. We'd been at odds for weeks, each pushing our own vision for the company's direction.
I glared at him, my hands on my hips. "You're not listening to me, Michael. You're just dismissing my ideas without giving them a chance." He shrugged, "I'm listening, Michelle, but I don't think your ideas are feasible." I threw up my hands, "That's because you're not willing to take risks. You're stuck in your old ways of thinking." Michael's expression turned stern, "I'd rather be cautious than bankrupt the company."
With a huff, I turned to leave, but not before shooting him a parting glance. "You're not the only one who knows what's best for this company, Michael. I'll make sure my ideas are heard." I walked away, leaving him standing alone in the hallway, muttering under his breath. As I disappeared around the corner, I couldn't help but wonder if we'd ever see eye-to-eye.
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