Rosie, an introvert whose presence feels like serenity to Anthony. 
Two people with completely different natures, from two different worlds find themselves consumed by one other. Rosie finally feels seen, Anthony finally realizes what magic feels like.
While they keep being pulled towards each other like magnets, they are kept apart by their own doubts and hesitations.

The Complex Art of Rosie

Rosie woke up the next morning with the worst headache she had ever experienced. She couldn't open her eyes because of the sunlight that seeped through the window and blinded her vision.

She groaned as she rolled over, when she noticed a glass of water and some aspirin sitting on her bedside table.

She smiled weakly as she grabbed her phone and shot Blaze a text.

Thanks for babysitting me. Appreciate the hangover help.

A few minutes later, she was completely bewildered by Blaze's response.

Darling, I didn't make it through the front door.

Thank your lover boy. Fucking asshole.

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