Barcelona Rooftop Terrace
The city felt different that night.
Not quieter—Barcelona never really sleeps—but softer, like the air itself had unclenched.
Miguel called it a “wrap party,” though it was hardly that: just a few photographers, a rooftop terrace, and the kind of breeze that made you forgive the world for being loud.
Isabella and I arrived late, still half-charged from the studio lights. She wore linen blouse with jeans and heels; I wore leather, with jeans and heels, because of course I did.
The terrace overlooked the glowing grid of streets below, strings of bulbs swaying overhead. Someone had found an old speaker, and slow dance music hummed against the night.
Isabella Requests a Dance
“Finally off duty,” Isabella sighed, taking a sip from her drink.
We both raised a glass. “To survival.”
She clinked back. “To chaos management.”
The cameras stayed in their cases, and that alone felt strange. No lenses watching, no countdowns. Just the city breathing around us.
At some point a song came on that neither of us recognised, but it was smooth and slow. Isabella put down her drink, then held out her hand.
“Oh no,” I said, “you’re not dragging me into this.”
“Too late, chica,” she grinned. “I’ve already decided you can dance. Remember babe, I’ve seen your moves”
We Dance Together
We didn’t really dance, not properly—just swayed, half-laughing, the skyline blurring behind us. When the song ended, Isabella pull me close and whispered, “I’ve missed you babe.” I whispered back, “I’ve missed you.” We stood in silence for what seemed like a long moment.
Then we collapsed onto the sofa, staring out over the rooftops.
“Do you ever wish you could freeze it?” she asked.
I nodded. “But then it’d stop being real.”
Welcomed Thankyou
Later, one of the photographers came over and raised his glass to thank us for the work we did at the photo shoots.
I raised my glass and thanked him and all of the people like him who make this life and career I have possible.
Isabella grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard. I looked over at her, and we both knew, what magic was going to happen later.
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