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Like a man who’d already disappointed too many people and didn’t want to add another name to the list. --- Back in his office, Elliot sat down heavily, rolling his shoulder like the weight of something he’d carried too long was pinching again. His phone buzzed. Liam. He stared at the screen, jaw tightening before answering. “Yes?” “You’re involved in this?” “I’m the precinct chief. I didn’t ask for it.” A beat of static. “Then help them. Tessa’s not some random girl. She’s been through enough. Don’t let this spiral.”

" Tessa thought about remembering James' face, and maybe she would blacklist him as a bad client. ******

“Hmm… you’re right, Dad.” “What if we use that lady they invited last time as the model?” Elizabeth suggested. “Which one, honey?” the older man asked. “Eli means the actress from that movie in theaters now,” James said. They had run into the actress that day because it happened to be the day of the photoshoot and commercial filming. “I think the kids are talking about Bianca Flores.” “That’s right. She’d be perfect for the campaign,” Elliot said. “Fabian…” “Got it, I’ll contact her manager,” Fabian replied.

Tessa Oliver accepted your friend request. I clicked on it, going to her profile to see what all she kept hidden from the public eye. She'd changed her profile picture from the last time I horribly stalked her account, it was now a photo of her and her friend Mallory hugging at a concert. She looked ecstatic to be there, and they were both stunning even while post-concert sweat shined on their faces and collarbones.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

I pushed my way into the room. Elliot sat on the bench of his central stall. His red jersey was pulled down to his waist, leaving his under-armor shirt exposed. Sweat made his dark hair stick to his forehead. Without the blockers dulling his features, his skin had a radiant glow that made it impossible to look away. He looked striking and completely exposed.

Ella stood there, stunned, staring at Jasmine in her arms. “Hey, Ella, close your mouth before a fly gets in,” I teased, snapping her out of her daze. “You idiot,” she muttered, giving me a playful glare before turning her attention back to Jasmine, now calmer. “Oh my goodness, my Jasmine is so beautiful!” Ella gushed, her gaze fixed on Jasmine as if she were a doll. It was almost comical—drool practically seemed to be forming at the corners of her mouth. I stood back, watching as James observed Ella silently. His expression gave away his thoughts; he clearly thought she was a bit eccentric. His eyes seemed to say, What’s wrong with this woman?

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

“Hold still.” Tessa’s hand was surprisingly steady as she lined my eyes with a pencil. “I promise I won’t stab you.” “That’s not as reassuring as you think it is.” But I held still anyway, sitting on her desk chair while she worked. Tessa had been my roommate since freshman year and somehow, miraculously, had become my actual friend. She was an art major with purple streaks in her black hair. She knew I was broke. She knew I worked constantly. She didn’t know about the wolf thing. Humans didn’t know about any of that.