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Chapter 13: No more ocean
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2025-06-10 19:21:59Natalie’s POV
Krystal stare at me like I was a ghost “Natalie!”She said with shock “Shush I’m doing a surprise here” i say to get jokingly ‘Is he n there’ i point to Luke’s office while balancing the paper bag with our favourite tacos from our high school hangout. “Yeah he’s inside and lucky for you he finished his meeting 30 minutes ago you have plus minus an hour before he has to go to another one” she says “ you’re an absolute star you know that right?” I knew Krystal from high school. She was in our rival schools dance team. But we were always friendly with one another. I make my way to the office… i knock three times before I hear a come in. I twist the lock and open the door. He’s sitting on his desk looking at the laptop with a serious expression “I wonder if any of your employees know that you used to cry at Pixar movies” i say as I lean on the doorframe. He looks up. Blinks. Looks down on his laptop then looks up and blink again. That really cracks me up. “Hi stranger” i say to him with a little wave “Am I dreaming?” He rubs his eyes as he says that. “Nope I’m definitely here and I bought us tacos” i say waving the paper bag in his direction. He jumps to his feet so quickly that his chair topples backward, crashing into the glass wall. He rushes over to me and pinches my cheeks I pinch him back “See… real” “What are you doing here? You’re supposed so be in London” he asked bedazzled “I was in the area and decided to come see my favourite person” I didn’t actually think this far ahead. I didn’t plan on what I was gonna say I’m just winging it at this point “Can I sit down my feet are killing me” My feet were actually killing me. I’ve been walking around or taking taxis to get around the city cause my cause hasn’t arrived yet and I didn’t want a rental. We make our way to the sitting area. I start taking out the tacos and placing them. As I’m doing that I can feel him starting at me. I take my own time just to mess with him He grabs the serviettes out of my have and aggressively places them in the centre of the table then quickly take out the sauce and places it in the middle then looks at me “Don’t laugh at me. You were taking your own time and I need type to start talking” “Okay so…. So the thing is…. Well I’m” apparently I stutter now. It’s honestly a very simple sentence I don’t understand why it’s difficult to say it. “You’re really killing me here. When did you arrive, How long have you been here and where are you staying cause it’s definitely not by your moms I was the yesterday and I didn’t see you clothes anywhere” “What were you doing there?” Mom didn’t mention that “Don’t change the subject here. I’m asking the questions” he says so seriously it seems like an interrogation room “Okay okay… I got here about a month ago and before you attack be quiet and listen. And I’m staying at my apartment and to give you an answer that will help you understand-“ i pause for dramatic effect “Surprise! Im moving to Tribecca. Permanently…. I think” He just looks and me dumbfounded “It’s is the part where you say something like omg really or you jump up and hug me or you die of joy” “ what do you mean you’re moving here” he says almost cautiously. I role my eye and say “ exactly what I mean I Natalie am moving here…. You don’t seem that excited” i say as I stand up He jumps from his sit and pushes me back down and sit best to me “You mean to tell me you will be living here from now onwards” “That is generally what a person mean when they tell you they are moving here. So yes that is what I mean” the only thing I can think of is that I broke him. I genuinely broke hi- “So that means I get to see you everyday” Yeah I definitely broke him “Yes” i say slowly He hugs me so right it feels like my lungs are being squashed “You’re squeezing me real tight here” I saw breathlessly “Oh I’m so sorry “ ————————————————————————————— We spend the rest of the hour catching up until he has to leave for his next meeting He promises to help me finish unpacking when he’s done with work. Before anyone judges me it’s very difficult to unpack and manage a new store at the same time. The only place that is nearly full unpacked and placed is my room and the closet everything else hasn’t been touched.
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Marry my best friend Chapter 14: Rogue Fabrics and Focaccia
Like he promised, Luke was standing in front of my apartment door, ready to be put to work. He didn’t even wait for a greeting before throwing a dramatic hand on his hip. “You’ve been living here for a month, and your kitchen and living room still look like a furniture showroom. I’m seriously judging you right now.” I crossed my arms and leaned on the doorframe. “Don’t judge me! I’ve been extremely busy, okay?” As I stepped aside to let him in, I tried to subtly swipe a scrap of fabric off the coffee table—the same piece that was sitting suspiciously over a half-eaten Chinese takeout container. Judging by the raised eyebrow he shot me, I knew he’d seen it a long time ago. He shook his head as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the barely-decorated room like he was an interior designer on a home makeover show. “Busy, huh? Too busy to put a spoon in a drawer or hang up literally anything on the walls?” “What I lack in tidiness, I make up for in creativity,” I shot back, tossing t
Marry my best friend Chapter 13: No more ocean
Natalie’s POV Krystal stare at me like I was a ghost “Natalie!”She said with shock “Shush I’m doing a surprise here” i say to get jokingly ‘Is he n there’ i point to Luke’s office while balancing the paper bag with our favourite tacos from our high school hangout. “Yeah he’s inside and lucky for you he finished his meeting 30 minutes ago you have plus minus an hour before he has to go to another one” she says “ you’re an absolute star you know that right?” I knew Krystal from high school. She was in our rival schools dance team. But we were always friendly with one another. I make my way to the office… i knock three times before I hear a come in. I twist the lock and open the door. He’s sitting on his desk looking at the laptop with a serious expression “I wonder if any of your employees know that you used to cry at Pixar movies” i say as I lean on the doorframe. He looks up. Blinks. Looks down on his laptop then looks up and blink again. That really cracks me up
Marry my best friend Chapter 12: Almost seen
Natalie’s POV The city was dipped in dusk by the time I left the boutique. The air had the crisp bite of early spring, whispering promises of new things just around the corner. My boots clicked softly against the pavement as I walked aimlessly, not toward anything in particular—just… away from the buzz of construction and decisions. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, this was tiring. Yes, it's something I wanted, but it was still tiring, all those decisions and designs I needed to make. I passed by cafés, their windows glowing gold, filled with couples leaning across tables and people laughing into wine glasses. There was something strangely comforting about it. The way the city didn’t care if you belonged. It just kept moving, beating on. I turned down a quieter street near Tribeca. Familiar in a way that made my stomach twist. That’s when I saw him. Luciano. He was across the street, stepping out of a sleek black car with his usual ease, talking to someone— Jacob. His coat f
Marry my best friend Chapter 11: That feeling
Luciano’s POV I wasn’t supposed to be in Tribeca that afternoon. The meeting uptown had ended early, and Jacob, my occasional bad influence, convinced me to check out a new artisan café a few blocks from where we used to grab greasy pizza in college. “You need more carbs and less stress,” he’d said. “And real espresso.” We walked the familiar streets, bathed in that calm, mid-afternoon lull New York sometimes gave you between its storms. People passed with purpose, coffee in hand, phones pressed to their cheeks, their lives unfolding at breakneck speed. I liked the chaos. It matched the noise in my head. But there was something quieter under the surface that day. A hum. A pull. It started when we crossed Franklin Street. I slowed my pace, my gaze catching on a boutique storefront under construction. The windows were half-covered in brown paper, but a faint logo was taped to the inside glass. Elegant. Feminine. Familiar, somehow. I stopped. “What?” Jacob asked, half
Marry my best friend Chapter 10: Foundations and Fathers
Natalie’s POV The space still smelled like plaster and paint. Drop cloths lined the hardwood. Paint cans sat unopened in the corner, stacked like promises. The contractor, Marco, was yelling about wiring in the back, and somewhere behind him, a drill whined like an annoyed child. It was chaos. Beautiful, pulsing chaos. And it was mine. I was finally home. And that made all the chaos sound so beautiful. I stood near the front windows, sunlight pooling at my feet, holding a steaming coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. The mockup for the boutique’s layout was clipped to it—angled fitting areas, a custom-built front desk, gallery-style racks that would make the space feel more like an art exhibit than a store. I could see it now. How it would come together. Clean lines. Deep textures. A sanctuary for expression. Just as I took a sip of my coffee, the front door jingled. “Hola, mi niña,” came the warm voice I would recognize anywhere. “Mamá?” I spun around, n
Marry my best friend Chapter 9: Wine, Men and maybes
Natalie’s POVJessica’s apartment was a Pinterest board come to life. Warm tones, fluffy throw blankets, string lights draped across the ceiling like stars trying too hard. She had music playing low—old R&B hits, the kind that made you want to drink wine and talk about your feelings even if you weren’t planning on it.I was curled up on her velvet couch in my favorite leggings, a glass of cabernet in one hand and a bowl of popcorn balanced on my thigh. She was cross-legged on the rug, going through a pile of dating app profiles like she was flipping through job applications.“Why are they all holding fish?” she muttered, disgusted. “What’s with the fish? Is it supposed to impress me?”“Maybe it’s a weird primal thing,” I offered. “Like, ‘I can provide. Here’s a trout.’”Jessica made a face. “I don’t want a trout. I want a man who uses punctuation and has a retirement plan.”“You’re asking for too much.”“I know.” She rolled her eyes, tossing her phone onto the coffee table. “Men suck.
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