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  • Phoenix

    Episode 77: When the Dream Doesn’t Run Away

    Phoenix sits on the edge of the bed.The phone is still in her hand, as if she’s afraid that if she puts it down, all her courage will disappear with it.

    She stands up. Takes a few steps. Turns back. Sits down again.Her movements are uncertain, but determined.The phone vibrates.Albatross’s name is on the screen.Phoenix flinches, as if she’s been caught in the middle of something. Then she answers.

    PHOENIX:– Hi…

    ALBATROSS:– Did you tell her?Phoenix closes her eyes.

    PHOENIX:– Yes.– At first, I was scared.– She said she wants to meet you.The silence lasts a moment longer now.

    ALBATROSS:– When?Phoenix opens her eyes.

    PHOENIX:– That’s it?– You’re not going to ask if I’m sure?– If I panicked?

    ALBATROSS:– You’re sure.Not a question.Not an explanation.Trust.Phoenix smiles.

    PHOENIX:– Yes… I am.– It’s just… my mom will ask questions.– A lot of them.– And she’ll look at you as if she’s trying to figure you out from the inside.

    ALBATROSS:– Then I’ll listen.– I won’t rush.– And I’ll tell the truth.Phoenix’s chest rises with a deep breath.

    PHOENIX:– Are you afraid?A brief pause.

    ALBATROSS:– Yes.– But not of her.– I’d be afraid if I didn’t go.Phoenix sits back down on the bed. This time, the movement is calm.

    PHOENIX (softly):– Then… will you come?ALBATROSS:– I will.No more words.None are needed.For a moment, only their breathing can be heard on both ends of the line.

    ALBATROSS (more serious, deeper):– I don’t just love you.– I choose you.Phoenix smiles.

    PHOENIX:– Then for the first time… I won’t run away.– I’ll stay.– With you.The call ends.Phoenix falls back onto the bed, arms spread wide, as if she wants to embrace the whole world.The room is quiet.Calm.Certain.

  • Főnix

    Part 76: The Moment of Truth

    Főnix is on her way home, her phone in her hand.
    She has already picked it up three times to call her mother.
    And put it down three times.

    FŐNIX (inner voice):
    She won’t be happy…
    She won’t take it easily…
    But she has to know.
    I want to live beside Albatrosz, and I have to say this to her first.

    Finally, she takes a deep breath and presses the call button.

    Her mother answers.

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER (cheerfully, with the sound of clattering dishes in the background):
    What are you doing? I’m chopping onions… I’m doing your work too, see?
    I told you, you’re the laziest daughter in the world.
    So, what do you want, my dear?

    Főnix smiles, but the smile is tense, forced.
    Her voice breaks.

    FŐNIX:
    Mom… could we talk?

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER (immediately alarmed):
    What is it, sweetheart? Why does your voice sound like that?
    Have you been crying? Who hurt you?

    Főnix sits down on the edge of the bed.
    Her hand is trembling.

    FŐNIX:
    No… no one hurt me.
    I just… I have to tell you something.

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER (firmly):
    Then say it. Don’t keep your mother waiting.

    Főnix takes a deep breath. She squeezes her eyes shut.

    FŐNIX:
    Albatrosz and I… we’re together.

    A few seconds of complete silence.
    Only the sound of the knife stopping on the onion.

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER (slowly, after a deep breath):
    With whom?
    Say that again.

    FŐNIX (quietly, timidly):
    Albatrosz… we’re together.
    He’s my… partner.

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER (bursting out):
    With your boss?!
    That rich man… the one living in that glittering, flashy world?
    The one who’s been on television?!
    Oh, my girl…

    Főnix flinches.
    This is exactly what she was afraid of.

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER (continuing, harshly):
    You can’t even keep your room tidy…
    And now you’re telling me you’re in love?
    Silly girl.
    My sweet, foolish little girl.

    Főnix blinks apologetically, as if even through the phone she’s asking permission to breathe.

    FŐNIX:
    Mom… I really… love him.

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER (almost sighing):
    You can’t command your heart, I know.
    But how do you compare to his family?
    Their house shines, sparkles…
    And who are we?
    We live modestly at the edge of the world.
    Do you think those rich people will care?

    Főnix’s eyes fill with tears, but she tries to stay strong.

    FŐNIX:
    Mom… he’s not like that.
    He chose me.

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER:
    At the beginning, everyone chooses someone.
    The worst part of love is that one day you wake up…
    and you see the differences.
    And then it will hurt.
    Very much.

    Főnix lowers her head.
    Every word gets stuck in her throat.

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER (a little softer):
    I’m not angry with you, my dear…
    You know I love you.
    Tell me, you’re not angry with me?
    Tell me… that you forgive me if I was harsh just now.

    Főnix quietly sniffs back her tears.

    FŐNIX:
    I’m not angry…
    I was just afraid of what you would say.

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER (sighing, slightly softened):
    I’m saying what a mother says.
    My heart worries about you.
    But… if you truly love him… and he truly loves you…
    then bring him to me.
    Let me look into his eyes.
    Then I’ll decide if he’s worthy of you.

    Főnix stares ahead, eyes wide.
    She didn’t expect this.

    FŐNIX (surprised):
    Bring him… to you?
    To you?

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER:
    Of course. What did you think?
    That I’d let my daughter be with a stranger?
    Now pull yourself together.
    And tell him that if he comes to us…
    he should behave like a respectable man.

    Főnix laughs — a tearful, relieved laugh.
    The fear slowly melts away.

    FŐNIX:
    Okay… Mom. I’ll tell him.

    FATMA – FŐNIX’S MOTHER (laughing):
    See? That wasn’t so hard.
    Now let me cook, or the onion will burn!

    The call ends.

    Főnix buries her face in the pillow — crying and smiling at the same time.

    She did it.
    She really told her.

  • Phoenix

    Part 75: Spoken Desires

    At the company, everyone is preparing for the big afternoon presentation.

    In the makeup room, Phoenix is working—prepping the models for the new product shoot, disinfecting brushes, choosing shades.
    This is her space: her creativity, her quiet, her order.

    But the meeting room door has been left slightly open.

    And through it, Elif’s loud, overly sweet voice carries clearly.

    Elif—the one responsible for every presentation—is working with Albatross again.
    Or at least, she’s found another excuse to.

    ELIF (in a sugary tone):
    “Albatross, take a look at this slide… something’s off.
    Could you help? You have such a great eye for visuals.”

    Her voice is too soft, her lean too deep—Phoenix has learned to recognize the signs.

    From the makeup room, Phoenix can see Elif bending over Albatross’s shoulder.
    She sees the hand that “accidentally” brushes against him.
    She sees the smile that’s never just about work.

    Phoenix’s hand freezes mid-air with the brush.

    PHOENIX (inner voice):
    Is this for real?
    This scene again?
    As if every day there’s a new reason for her to lean into you…
    And I have no place at all.
    Just in the background… as if we don’t belong together.

    The model shifts, blinks.

    LINA (model):
    “Everything okay?”

    Phoenix nods, tired, without putting on a showy smile.

    PHOENIX:
    “Yes… just a moment.”

    She doesn’t go over.
    She doesn’t interrupt.
    She doesn’t snap at Elif.
    She doesn’t defend herself.
    She doesn’t put Albatross in an awkward position.

    She just swallows it.

    But for the first time… it’s very hard.

    Her chest tightens, yet she returns to her work.

    For one minute.

    Then suddenly she sets the brush down and walks toward the meeting room.

    By the time she gets there, Elif is already stepping out, laptop in hand, wearing a satisfied smile.

    Phoenix steps aside to let her pass, says nothing.

    Elif doesn’t even look at her—doesn’t feel how much this hurt Phoenix today.

    Phoenix walks in to Albatross.

    They’re alone.

    ALBATROSS (carefully):
    “Hey… are you okay?”

    Phoenix lowers her head.
    For a moment it seems like she doesn’t want to speak at all.

    Then quietly, tightly, it spills out.

    PHOENIX:
    “I’ve had enough…”

    ALBATROSS:
    “E… enough of what?”

    Phoenix looks at him. Anger and pain mix in her eyes.

    PHOENIX (trembling but soft):
    “Of having to watch every day as others touch you, smile at you, cling to you…
    And I can’t say anything.
    I can’t hold your hand.
    I can’t stand beside you.
    I can’t say out loud… that I love you.

    As if I don’t even exist next to you.”

    Albatross steps closer, gently—careful that no one sees.

    ALBATROSS:
    “Phoenix… I’m only with you. And I want to be with you.
    I don’t want to keep this a secret anymore.
    But I know… first you need to tell your mother.”

    Phoenix closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

    PHOENIX:
    “Yes.
    I’ll tell her.
    Today.”

    Albatross nods softly.

    ALBATROSS:
    “And I’ll be there with you. I won’t leave you alone.”

    Phoenix’s hand trembles—but a smile appears.

    She finally said it.
    And finally, something has begun.

  • Phoenix

    Part 74: Dreams Come True

    The next morning

    The apartment is completely quiet.
    Phoenix and Albatross are sleeping deeply, curled up together, as if their bodies know there is no need to hurry.

    Light slowly seeps in through the window.

    Albatross moves first—not to an alarm clock, not to any sound, but to a natural awakening, as he feels Phoenix breathing softly against his chest.

    He opens his eyes but doesn’t look down right away… he just feels the warmth, the closeness.

    Then, slowly, he looks at Phoenix.

    ALBATROSS (smiling to himself):
    “Even in her sleep… she’s beautiful.”

    One of Phoenix’s arms rests on his chest, her hair falling messily across her face.
    Albatross gently brushes it aside, carefully, so he doesn’t wake her.

    For a moment, he simply watches her.

    No rush. No ringing phones.
    Just the sound of their breathing.

    Phoenix stirs slightly, then slowly opens her eyes.
    When she sees Albatross awake, smiling at her, she blushes.

    PHOENIX (softly):
    “Have you been awake long…?”

    ALBATROSS (gently):
    “Just now. I like seeing you like this… when you’re not rushing anywhere.”

    Phoenix touches Albatross’s hand and snuggles closer with a smile.

    The kitchen comes to life later than usual today.

    There’s no rushing. No “we have to go.”
    Just the two of them.

    Albatross makes coffee. Phoenix leans sleepily against the counter.

    PHOENIX (smiling):
    “I slept too well…”

    ALBATROSS:
    “I know. You were with me all night.”

    Phoenix blushes. Albatross sets a mug in front of her.

    They make breakfast together, laughing quietly, exchanging small smiles.
    The world could fit between them—but right now, they exist only for each other.

    When they really do have to leave, Albatross walks Phoenix to the car.

    He takes her home first so she can change, like always.

    They don’t talk much, but the silence is comfortable, safe.

    As Phoenix gets out of the car, Albatross calls after her.

    ALBATROSS (softly):
    “We’ll see each other this afternoon…”

    PHOENIX (with a faint smile):
    “I know.”

    Phoenix disappears through the gate.
    Albatross drives on.

    They go to work separately—so no one will suspect what’s between them.

  • Phoenix

    Part 73: Secret Moments

    LATE EVENING – EMPTY OFFICE BUILDING

    The lights are already off. Phoenix locks the door, her thoughts still tangled from the day.

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    What a day… drama, jealousy, confessions… I’m like a shaken bottle of champagne.

    As she steps out of the building, Albatross’s car is waiting. He gets out as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

    ALBATROSS (smiling):
    “Ready?”

    PHOENIX (surprised):
    “For what?”

    ALBATROSS:
    “I’ll take you home. Or… to my place. A professional decision.”

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    Professional? Sure. And my zodiac sign is donut sponge.

    PHOENIX:
    “We can’t go to my place—Zeynep’s home.”

    ALBATROSS:
    “Alright. Then we’re going to mine.”

    ALBATROSS’S APARTMENT – LATE EVENING LIGHTS

    The apartment is warm, softly lit, nothing flashy—yet unmistakably him.

    Phoenix pauses at the door, a little tense.

    PHOENIX:
    “So… you live here?”

    ALBATROSS (hanging up his coat):
    “No. This is just decoration. Of course I live here.”

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    You’re kind, you’re funny, you make me flustered. Congratulations. It’s working.

    Albatross heads to the kitchen.

    ALBATROSS:
    “Will you stay for dinner?”

    PHOENIX (muttering):
    “I… I don’t know…”

    ALBATROSS (glancing back, playful):
    “You’re already here. Should I decide for you?”

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    Please do. My brain is offline and my heart can’t think.

    Albatross makes pasta. Phoenix chops vegetables—well, tries to.

    ALBATROSS (laughing):
    “Careful. Your fingers aren’t ingredients.”

    PHOENIX (grumpy):
    “Maybe my style is avant-garde.”

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    Look at him, looking like that, and this is what I say when I’m nervous. Great. Now he definitely thinks I’m weird.

    Albatross steps behind her, gently taking her hand to guide the motion.

    ALBATROSS (hurried, gentle murmur):
    “Slowly. Let me lead.”

    Phoenix almost freezes from the closeness.

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    This is too close. Too… good. This is more dangerous than office politics.

    They eat, they laugh. Albatross brings a blanket. A movie plays, but neither of them watches.

    PHOENIX (sipping her drink):
    “This movie is boring.”

    ALBATROSS:
    “The movie isn’t the point.”

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    Oh God. What does he mean? That the movie isn’t the point, but… me?

    Albatross sits closer, shifts nearer.

    ALBATROSS:
    “Are you tired?”

    PHOENIX:
    “No… just—”
    (Phoenix yawns.)

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    Perfect. Now I look like a sleepy puppy.

    Albatross smiles, gently pulls the blanket over her shoulders.

    ALBATROSS:
    “Stay. Sleep here.”

    PHOENIX (startled):
    “Here?”

    ALBATROSS (very softly):
    “Yes. Here. With you, the world feels safe.”

    Phoenix’s eyes widen.

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    That’s… something I should be saying to him, not the other way around.

    Albatross leans closer, resting his forehead against hers—not a kiss, just closeness.

    ALBATROSS:
    “Close your eyes.”

    Phoenix obeys. Her body relaxes, her head tilts onto his shoulder.

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    This isn’t like in the movies. It’s much more real. And… terrifyingly good.

    Half-awake, Phoenix feels Albatross’s arm wrap around her.

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    Nooo. This is too much. Stop. Stay like this. Never let go.

    Half-asleep, Albatross murmurs:

    ALBATROSS:
    “Don’t leave tomorrow morning either…”

    Phoenix smiles as her eyes slowly close.

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.

  • Phoenix

    Part 72: Suspicious Glances

    Elif slowly glides through the door, wearing that “something just occurred to me” smile.

    ELIF (seemingly innocent):
    “Albatross, I found something again… Do you think you could look at it with me?”

    ALBATROSS (not taking his eyes off the papers):
    “Five minutes, and I’ll be there.”

    Phoenix watches from the background.

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    Of course. Five minutes, and she’ll already be hovering around him.

    Elif steps a little closer, then stops next to Phoenix.

    ELIF (with a half-smile):
    “It’s a shame you’re not this… available.”

    PHOENIX (forced smile):
    “Anyone can come to me if they truly need me.”

    Albatross looks up, glances at Phoenix.

    ALBATROSS:
    “That’s exactly why I came for you. Do you have a minute?”

    Phoenix is surprised.

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    A minute? Now? In front of Elif? That’s… rare.

    Elif shoots them a suspicious look.

    ELIF:
    “Oh… then I’ll just come back later.”

    ALBATROSS (calmly):
    “No need to go. I’m just borrowing Phoenix.”

    Phoenix follows him toward the door.

    PHOENIX (quietly):
    “What happened?”

    ALBATROSS (grimacing):
    “If I stay in there with her for two more minutes, she’ll dump her entire system on me. Save me.”

    Phoenix laughs.

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    God… not romantic, not dramatic… he just wants to be with me.

    They reach the hallway.

    PHOENIX (more boldly):
    “So… you really came out because of me?”

    ALBATROSS (looking at her):
    “Of course. You’re the only one I don’t panic around.”

    Phoenix lowers her gaze.

    PHOENIX – INNER VOICE:
    That’s… worse than a compliment. That’s the truth.

  • Phoenix

    Part 71: In the Web of Secrets

    The back door closes softly.
    The hallway is empty.

    Phoenix quickly fixes her hair, her face glowing with panic wrapped in sparkle.

    PHOENIX – inner voice:
    Calm down. Nothing shows. You just look like someone who lost her sanity a few minutes ago—along with Albatross’s mouth.

    PHOENIX (whispering back to herself):
    “Thanks, that really helps—psst! Stop talking! He might hear!”

    She glances at Albatross, who is walking beside her in complete zen.

    INNER VOICE:
    He can’t hear you. You’re the crazy one.

    PHOENIX:
    “Leave me alone! I’m trying to be normal!”

    ALBATROSS (glancing sideways, smiling):
    “You don’t need to be this nervous.”

    PHOENIX (snapping her head toward him):
    “Me? I’m not nervous!”

    INNER VOICE:
    Yes you are. You’re vibrating.

    PHOENIX (through clenched teeth):
    “Be quiet. I’ll argue with you later.”

    ELIF ENTERS
    Her smile is too wide. She steps way too close.
    When she stops next to Albatross, she practically melts into him.

    ELIF:
    “Hi! So, are you still helping me with the presentation?”

    INNER VOICE:
    Of course he is! Everything still stands when Elif sticks to him!

    PHOENIX (hissing internally):
    “No. Not now. We fight later.”

    ALBATROSS (politely):
    “I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

    Elif touches Albatross’s arm.

    INNER VOICE:
    If she touches him one more time, I—

    PHOENIX (quickly, inside):
    “I know. Quiet. Diplomacy! Smile!”

    Albatross notices the fireworks on Phoenix’s face.

    ALBATROSS (whispering):
    “Hey… don’t look like that.”

    PHOENIX (rushing):
    “Me? I’m just looking at the wall!”

    INNER VOICE:
    Yes, and you’re throwing jealous fireballs at it.

    PHOENIX:
    “Shhh! She’s here! She can hear!”

    ALBATROSS (raising an eyebrow):
    “Who can hear what?”

    PHOENIX (fast):
    “No one! I’m just… thinking. Out loud. Quietly!”

    Elif flirts again—touches him again.

    INNER VOICE:
    This is an invasion!

    PHOENIX:
    “Calm down… breathing… Buddhist glitter…”

    INNER VOICE:
    AAAAAH! Attack!

    PHOENIX:
    “No! Passive aggression only!”

    Albatross looks up, catches Phoenix’s gaze, and smiles.

    INNER VOICE:
    See? He’s watching you.

    PHOENIX (softening):
    “Really?”

    ALBATROSS (leaning closer):
    “What’s that smile?”

    PHOENIX (quickly):
    “Nothing! I just… thought of something!”

    INNER VOICE:
    You thought of him, you little cloud-brain.

    PHOENIX (angry whisper):
    “Shut up! Not now!”

    ALBATROSS STEPS CLOSER

    ALBATROSS:
    “You know there’s nothing going on. It’s just work.”

    PHOENIX (too fast):
    “I don’t even care. Really!”

    INNER VOICE:
    Lie. Ice-cold lie. Your ears are red.

    PHOENIX:
    “My ears are not red, they’re just… thinking!”

    ALBATROSS (narrowing his eyes):
    “What?”

    PHOENIX (rushing, overexplaining):
    “I mean… they work a lot! Listening! Because of the… makeup-technical noises!”

    Albatross smiles suspiciously, but doesn’t push it.

    He leans down, quietly.

    ALBATROSS:
    “Tonight… same place.”

    PHOENIX (melting instantly):
    “Of course… naturally… I don’t care about anything.”

    INNER VOICE:
    Smooth, Romeo. Very discreet.

    PHOENIX:
    “Be quiet! We’ll argue later!”

  • Phoenix

    Part 70: The Kiss That Could No Longer Be Delayed

    The door of the makeup room closed softly, and the hallway fell silent.
    Everyone had gone on their lunch break; the office stood empty and calm, waiting for the next task.

    Albatross stood at his desk, his phone within reach.
    He typed a quick message to Phoenix:

    “Meet me in the back of the makeup room in 2 minutes.”

    Phoenix’s eyes lit up as she read it.
    She could already feel that something special was about to happen.

    The back area was dimly lit, lined with shelves and rarely used props.
    Phoenix was looking for Albatross when suddenly someone grabbed her hand, pulled her close… and kissed her.

    ALBATROSS (hoarsely, stepping close):
    “Finally. I’ve been waiting for you.”

    Phoenix only smiled; her eyes spoke for her.
    Her gaze allowed it, invited Albatross closer.

    PHOENIX (whispering, with a soft laugh):
    “I’ve missed you so much… I can’t last long without you.”

    Albatross leaned in and kissed her gently, yet hungrily.
    The kiss deepened, and both of them lost track of time.

    This was no longer a game—
    this was something new, something they had both been waiting for for a long time.

    After a few moments, Phoenix slowly pulled back, a smile and quiet satisfaction shining in her eyes.

    PHOENIX (breathless):
    “We have to go back now, before someone sees us.”

    Albatross rested his forehead against hers and whispered softly.

    ALBATROSS:
    “Alright, Phoenix.”

    Phoenix looked at him once more, playfulness and desire in her eyes,
    then gently caressed his cheek.

    In the silence of the back room, between shelves and lamps,
    everything changed between them.

    And no one knew what had happened—
    only the two of them.

  • Phoenix

    Part 69: The Secrets of the Beauty Room

    In the campaign’s studio wing, a new room had opened—a mini makeup studio filled with warm lighting, mirrored walls, and shelves stacked with color palettes.

    This was Phoenix’s world:
    colors, textures, scents—creation and transformation.

    Phoenix was quietly arranging her tools at the counter when the door opened soundlessly.

    Albatross stepped inside.

    ALBATROSS (smiling, half-voiced):
    “Phoenix… I brought a few makeup ideas.”

    Phoenix only glanced sideways at him, then returned to her work.

    Albatross stepped closer, standing beside her, showing her the concept art—coming far too close.

    The air tightened.

    Phoenix slowly looked up.

    Their eyes met, and neither of them looked away.

    ALBATROSS (whispering, slightly flustered):
    “Don’t do this to me.”

    PHOENIX (in an innocent tone):
    “Why? What am I doing?”

    Albatross let out a rough laugh, but his eyes were filled with desire.

    ALBATROSS:
    “Your eyes are saying: kiss me.”

    Phoenix leaned closer, as if erasing the distance between them.

    PHOENIX (softly, very close):
    “Then why don’t you kiss me?”

    A smile appeared on Albatross’s lips.

    ALBATROSS (barely audible):
    “It seems… I can’t silence this.”

    He was already leaning in—only a few centimeters remained—
    when someone walked past the door.

    They both froze instantly.

    Phoenix slowly began to smile.

    PHOENIX (seductively):
    “So… now you won’t kiss me?”

    Albatross inhaled sharply, frustrated.

    ALBATROSS (whispering):
    “This is torture. You’re doing it on purpose. You enjoy watching me suffer.”

    Phoenix turned toward him, her smile growing more mischievous.

    PHOENIX (soft, yet challenging):
    “Up until now, I was the one suffering.”

    Albatross stepped closer, his gaze now focused and deep.

    ALBATROSS (hoarse voice):
    “Then now it’s my turn.”

    Their lips were on the edge of meeting when the door suddenly opened.

    An assistant rushed in, clutching a list.

    ASSISTANT (hurriedly):
    “Phoenix, the models arrive in ten minutes!”

    Phoenix instantly switched into professional mode.

    PHOENIX (firmly):
    “Alright. I’ll have everything ready.”

    The assistant quickly left.

    Phoenix turned back to Albatross, her voice barely more than a breath.

    PHOENIX (softly, like a promise):
    “We’ll continue… when no one finally walks in.”

    Albatross smiled slowly.

    ALBATROSS (deeply):
    “Is that a promise?”

    Phoenix’s eyes flashed—challenging, daring.

  • Phoenix

    Part 68: Hidden Moments

    The company office came alive with bustling energy in the morning, everyone eagerly preparing for the next tasks. Phoenix and Albatross arrived as well, and their eyes immediately searched for each other—after the day off, the secret was still quietly hiding between them.

    PHOENIX (cheerfully):
    “So… another exciting day ahead, right?”

    ALBATROSS (smiling):
    “Absolutely. And we’ll find a little place where we can be alone.”

    As the day’s work began, Phoenix and Albatross looked for small, secret moments: a tucked-away office, an empty meeting room, or a quiet corridor.

    But everywhere there were small obstacles: a colleague passing by unexpectedly, or an active camera that always interrupted the moment.

    PHOENIX (laughing):
    “It seems like the entire company is watching us.”

    ALBATROSS (playfully):
    “Then we’ll just look for an even more secret place.”

    As the day went on, they grew closer and closer to each other, and alongside the work, the hidden moments became sweeter and sweeter.

    At the end of the day, when everyone else had already left, Phoenix and Albatross shared one last quiet moment, drawing close again—both knowing that this secret would only stay hidden for so long.