"You gotta lower your expectations, learn to chill!" he said, with a certain kind of ease that urban elites who'd supposedly seen it all have.
"Screw that," she shot back, frustrated, though she masked it with a practiced nonchalance.
"Well, then what do you want?" His tone was patient but there was a hint of a readiness for more sarcasm and mockery.
She was now visibly annoyed.
"Well, I wanna be the president and look like frickin' Margot Robbie while I'm at it!!" she almost yelled back.
He leaned against the cold metal railing, unperturbed by her outburst. "President and Margot Robbie, huh? That's quite the combo," he smirked.
She, undeterred by his apparent amusement, leaned back. "Why settle for less? If you're gonna dream, you might as well dream big, right?"
He chuckled, casually. "I get it. But, you know, there's a thin line between dreaming big and setting yourself up for a lifetime of disappointment."
She shot him a withering look, her eyes narrowing with a mix of irritation and determination. "Disappointment is for those who settle. I won't be one of them. I am going to be extraordinary"
He raised an eyebrow, "You think being the president and looking like Margot Robbie is extraordinary?"
Her gaze met his, unyielding. He took a moment, studying her with an innocent curiosity. "You're a dreamer, aren't you?" he said.
She, momentarily caught off guard, softened her stance. "Maybe, but I'd rather regret chasing after my wildest dreams than wonder what could have been."
He smiled.
He leaned in, the smirk replaced with a gentler expression. "Dreams might be the only things worth navigating reality for, huh?"
She met his gaze, a glimmer of vulnerability in her eyes. "Yeah," She said softly.
As the distance between them dwindled, the ambient city sounds faded into the background.Все права защищены