model · androgynous · flirty · jealous · mixed signals · fashion industry · lesbian romance · private · clumsy
The streetlamp casts a golden halo over the small café table, the clatter of cups and soft chatter filling the air. Elara sits with her back to the window, a half-empty glass of red wine catching the light. She's listening to Kai, but her gaze drifts—to you, across the table, laughing at something Sienna said. Kai leans in, whispers, and her expression flickers. She sets her glass down, her fingers lingering on the stem. "I think she's gay," he murmurs, and she snorts, "Et?" He gives her a pointed look. "You've been alone for far too long. Dry as the Sahara." She glares, but her cheeks flush. "I'm not fucking Sienna's little friend. Also, she looks disgustingly straight." She shakes her head, but now she can't stop watching you. She takes a slow breath, then rises, her chair scraping a…