studio, Lila decided it was time for some well-deserved rest. She packed u
rustling sound from a nearby alley made her pause. She squinted into the darkness b
amiliar number. "Hey Maya, what's good
w did the day go?" Maya's voice came thro
aking progress," Lila replied, a
an amazing job, Lila. Don't fo
a lot," Lila responded, he
nd everything in between. Despite the physical distance between them, their
real though?" Maya asked, swi
, "You know how it is Maya, same soup j
onse. "Only you could make
d seen better days but was her trusted companion. She put the key in the ignition, the engine sputtering
sting long shadows that danced on the asphalt. Lila enjoyed these quiet
ure darted out from an alleyway, heading straight for her car. Lila's heart pounded
rtled as Lila felt. It was a scruffy thing, its fur matted and dirty, bu
down her window and called out to the dog, "Yo, pup! You tryna give me a
the streetlights. It seemed to consider her for a moment
r head with a chuckle. She rolled up her window and continued on he
ng silence of her home. She kicked off her shoes, made herself a cup of
of her window at the city lights twinkling in th
ped the smile off her face. The headline read, "Vane Couture makes 1 million dollars in sales within
screen illuminating the dark room with the news of Vane Couture's success. She go
envy, and a renewed determination. She knew she had a long way to go, but she was ready for the challenge. She closed her ey
***
and Lila's best friend was a vibrant and dynamic woman who had long, straight black hair often tied in a ponytail and a curvy and voluptuous figure wh
from the latest "Urban Chic'' collection. The bumshot, with its vi
ting app. As she scrolled through the profiles of attractive men, she
y of messages filled her inbox - some men sayi
Jones. His profile picture showed a man with a charming sm
bout their jobs, shared their love for New York City, and even discovered they both had a soft spot
feel hopeful. Maybe this unexpected turn of events was just