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Ethan’s POV The apartment was quiet in a way that felt… easy, instead of awkward.I sat on the couch, holding the coffee cup carefully, sipping from it every now and then, while Adrian leaned back in the chair across from me. The sunlight coming through the window made the room look warm. It didn’t feel like the home of someone famous.“You’re calm now,” Adrian said suddenly.I looked up. “calm?”“Yea, not nervous like when you came in or yesterday,” he replied.I smiled a little. “It’s because of this.” I said raising the coffee cup slightly.Adrian laughed softly. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, just a quiet sound that made the room feel lighter.“I think you were more nervous than me yesterday,” he said.“That’s because I was photographing someone the whole world knows,” I replied.Adrian looked down at the floor for a second before answering.“I don’t like when people say that,” he said quietly. “It makes it feel like I’m not a real person anymore.”I frowned slightly. “Yo

Ethan’s POV I read the message again.“I want to see you again”.The words were simple, but they didn’t feel simple at all. I stared at the screen for a long time, my heart beating faster than it should have.Why would Adrian want to see me again?I wasn’t famous. I wasn’t confident. I didn’t even like talking to people most of the time. And yet, Adrian had asked to see me again like it was the most normal thing in the world.I took a slow breath and typed carefully.Ethan: “Why?”I stared at the message after sending it, wondering if it sounded rude. But it was too late to delete it now.A few seconds passed.Then the phone vibrated again.Adrian: “Because I like talking to you”.I blinked slowly.That answer felt too honest. No one had said something like that to me before. At least not in a long time.I didn’t know how to respond, so I just sat there, holding the phone tightly in my hand.Another message appeared.Adrian: “Is that a problem?”I shook my head quick

Ethan’s POV The café was almost empty.Only a few people sat near the windows, quietly talking or looking at their phones. The soft yellow lights made the place feel warm and calm, completely different from the bright studio we had just left.I sat across from Adrian, holding my cup of coffee carefully with both hands. I wasn’t even sure why I felt so nervous. It was just coffee. Just a normal conversation.But nothing about this night felt normal anymore.“You’re very quiet,” Adrian said, watching me.I looked up quickly. “I’m not always like this.”Adrian smiled slightly. “Then what are you like?”I thought for a moment before answering.“I think too much,” I said honestly. “And I notice small things people usually ignore.”Adrian leaned back in his chair, still watching me carefully.“That explains the photos,” he said softly.I felt my face grow warm and quickly looked down at my coffee again. The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt calm, like neither of

Ethan’s POV The photoshoot lasted longer than I expected.At first, everything felt normal. Adrian stood under the lights, calm and quiet, while I adjusted the camera and took the pictures one after another. The assistants moved around the room, fixing the background and changing the lights, but the noise slowly faded into the background.After a while, it felt like it was just the two of us.I lowered the camera slightly and looked at the screen. The photos were better than I expected. Adrian didn’t try too hard to look perfect. He just stood there naturally, and somehow that made every picture look more real.“Do you always look this serious in photos?” I asked before I could stop myself.The moment the words left my mouth, I froze. I wasn’t sure if I had just said something wrong.Adrian looked at me quietly for a second.“Only when I’m tired,” he replied.There was no anger in his voice. Just honesty.I nodded slowly. “You look different in real life.”Adrian raised an eyebrow sl

Ethan’s POV The studio was quiet except for the soft clicking of the camera.I lowered it slowly and looked at the photo again. The lighting was good. The angle was good. Everything was exactly the way it should be, but something still felt missing. It always felt like that. No matter how many pictures I took, I never felt completely satisfied.I sighed and dropped the camera gently on the table beside me.The room smelled faintly of paint and old paper. Photographs were everywhere—on the wall, on the table, even on the floor. Some were portraits, some were street photos, and some were just random moments I had captured because they felt important at the time. To anyone else, the room would probably look messy. To me, it felt like the only place where I could breathe properly.Photography was the only thing that made me feel calm.Outside the window, the street was quiet. A few cars passed slowly, their headlights sliding across the walls like moving shadows. It was already late, but