She sat alone, a cigarette in hand, mascara smudged but composed. Something about her calm cut through his static. He walked over, and they talked like they’d known each other for years. In a city that never stopped spinning, Lucy became his center. His pause. His calm in the storm.
Lucy was magnetic—messy and driven, funny and intense. She could turn a grocery bag into a bouquet and make their studio apartment feel like a scene from a movie. Justin had never been ambitious, but suddenly, being hers felt like enough. She made life feel full.