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Chapter 2: Worlds Apart, Hearts Aligned
Zackary trudged into his family's mansion, his body aching with exhaustion. It had been one of those long days on set — bright lights, endless takes, and a never-ending to-do list. But none of that could shake the thought of her. The girl he had met just once. The girl whose smile was seared into his memory.
He kicked off his shoes and dropped onto the couch, his mind still spinning. His mom's voice called out from the staircase, cutting through the silence.
"Zack, how was your day? You look like you've just run a marathon."
He sighed, rubbing his temples. His mom had this way of asking questions that made him feel like there was no hiding anything. Not that he wanted to hide it. But how could he explain this? How could he explain how much he couldn't stop thinking about a girl he barely knew?
"It was fine, Mom," Zackary replied, though his voice lacked its usual energy. He didn't want to go into it, not now.
She raised an eyebrow, sensing his mood. "Hmm, fine, you say? Don't tell me you're still thinking about that girl you met on set. I've never seen you like this before."
Zackary chuckled softly, trying to play it off. "It's nothing, really." But the warmth creeping into his cheeks betrayed the truth.
His mom smirked, leaning against the railing. "Zackary, I know that look. Don't let 'nothing' steal your heart without telling me."
He laughed and shook his head. How could he tell her that a single conversation, a brief meeting, had completely shaken the walls he'd built around his heart?
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Later that evening, Zackary lounged on the balcony, a cup of coffee warming his hands. He needed to clear his head, but the more he tried to push thoughts of Nifemi aside, the more persistent they became. Amelia, his childhood best friend, joined him with her own cup in hand, a playful grin on her face.
"So, what's really going on in that head of yours?" she asked, settling beside him.
Zackary exhaled deeply. "I met someone today," he said quietly.
Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."
Zackary's eyes softened as he spoke. "Her name is Nifemi. She's different, Amelia. She's not like the people we usually meet. She's... real. Her dreams are pure, not about fame or being in the spotlight. It's refreshing."
Amelia's heart twinged, but she kept her tone light. "You really like her, huh?"
He nodded slowly. "I can't stop thinking about her. I want to talk to her again. I've been trying to find her, but... it's like she disappeared."
Amelia placed her hand gently over his, her eyes full of understanding. "Zack... If it's meant to be, nature will find a way. You don't have to chase it. Let destiny work."
Zackary glanced at her, thoughtful. She was right. He had been pushing too hard, trying to force things into place. Maybe fate would bring them together when the time was right.
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Meanwhile, across town...
Nifemi sat at her small desk, books scattered in front of her, but her mind was miles away. The memory of their meeting played on a loop in her head. His smile. The warmth in his eyes. She hadn't expected to meet someone like him, someone who felt so... different.
But doubt gnawed at her heart. How could someone like her ever fit into his world? What if she was just a passing moment for him?
She let out a soft sigh, her fingers tracing the edges of her books. She had told herself she wouldn't get lost in these thoughts, but they had a way of creeping in.
She folded her hands and whispered a prayer, hoping for some peace. "God, if this is Your plan for me, let it be. But if it's not, help me walk away with peace."
She decided to let go — to trust, to wait. Whatever would happen, would happen.
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Days turned into weeks. Life continued in its usual rhythm, but for Zackary and Nifemi, something was missing. Zackary spent more time searching for Nifemi, but his efforts were in vain. Social media, mutual friends, even random places he thought she might be... but no sign of her.
Nifemi, on the other hand, had buried the memory of that day. She had stopped hoping for something that might never happen. She kept herself busy with her life, pushing aside the thought of Zackary, telling herself it was just a fleeting moment.
But fate has a way of making itself known, even when we least expect it.
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At the Coffee Shop...
One quiet evening, Zackary and Amelia decided to grab coffee together. The weight of the past few weeks hung heavy on Zackary's shoulders. He hadn't found Nifemi, but he couldn't let it go.
They walked into the cozy corner café, the aroma of fresh coffee beans filling the air. Zackary scanned the room absently, his thoughts still occupied by his search.
And then he saw her.
Nifemi.
There she was, sitting by the window, her book forgotten in her lap, her eyes lost in thought.
Zackary froze mid-step. His heart thundered in his chest. Amelia followed his gaze, noticing the shock on his face.
A small, knowing smile tugged at her lips. "Looks like nature didn't waste time," she whispered.
Zackary's heart raced as their eyes met across the café. This time, there were no cameras, no flashing lights — just two souls who had spent weeks doubting, struggling, and waiting for the right moment. And now, here they were, face to face, as if fate had finally brought them together.