(4) Honesty in a steakhouse
Under the crystal chandelier of Wellington steakhouse, Sofia’s earrings shimmered with delicate light. Do you know? “She cut open the puff pastry.” The first time I saw your profile photo, I thought you were another Wall Street tycoon who only knows how to sun his yachts
Jack cut open the partially cooked beef, and blood seeped into the carrot puree of the side dish. Actually, I’m still paying off my student loans, “he suddenly said.” From community college to Columbia, I have to work three jobs every semester. “Even assistant Lisa doesn’t know this secret.
Sofia put down her knife and fork and reached out to grab his wrist. Her hands were warm and strong, with a faint scent of year-round exposure to disinfectant. My grandfather said before he passed away that a real man is not judged by how much his suit costs, but by whether there is mud in his nail crevices. “She lightly brushed her fingertips over his palm, which still had scars from carrying steel bars back then.
Jack suddenly remembered the starry sky photo sent by Sofia late at night three months ago. At this moment, the Manhattan lights outside the window were dazzling, but he felt that those neon lights couldn’t compare to the starlight in her eyes.
(5) Agreement on Rainy Night
When I walked out of the restaurant, the rain had already stopped. Sofia was wearing ten centimeter high heels and swaying on the waterlogged road. Jack naturally supported her waist and smelled the faint rose fragrance in her hair.
How about going to my house? “Sofia suddenly turned around, her curly hair sweeping over his chin.” I have H ä agen Dazs in my fridge, and
And the salsa dance tutorial video you mentioned? “Jack answered with a smile. He saw the pulsating pulse behind her ear and suddenly realized that he hadn’t been so close to a real person in a long time, not the pixels on the screen.
They strolled along Central Park, Sofia humming off key Latin love songs. As she passed by the street performer, she suddenly pulled him around and spun his skirt in a beautiful arc under the moonlight. Jack clumsily followed the rhythm and heard the roaring heartbeat in his chest, which was even more deafening than the sound of a pile driver he had heard at a construction site back then.
(6) The collision of reality and ideals
Jack stood in the center of the conference room, the cold light of the projector reflecting on his tense jawline. Mr. Chen, the return on investment for this Southeast Asian infrastructure project is seven percentage points lower than expected, “questioned the board members with precision like a surgical knife
His fingertips unconsciously caressed the inner pocket of the suit, which contained the stomach medicine Sofia had given him yesterday. The chaotic scene in the emergency room last night suddenly flashed – Sofia, wearing a wrinkled nurse uniform, made a “victory” gesture at him at the entrance of the emergency room, and the nurse badge on her chest shook her eyes.
Our risk assessment model takes into account exchange rate fluctuations and policy changes, “Jack called up the data chart with a metallic hardness in his voice,” just like an emergency room wouldn’t give up on rescue just because a patient’s blood pressure is high
After the meeting, he called Sofia from the fire escape. The ticking sound of the monitor came from the receiver, mixed with her suppressed laughter: “Wall Street elites are starting to use medical metaphors
Can we have dinner together tonight? “Jack held his phone and heard his heartbeat echoing in the empty stairwell.” I want to take you to Brooklyn
(7) Moonlight in Brooklyn
They sat on the steps of the Brooklyn Bridge, with Sofia’s head gently resting on Jack’s shoulder. The distant skyline sparkles with cold neon lights, while the river under the bridge reflects the soft moonlight.
This is the first time I’ve brought a girl here, “Jack tore open the hot dog wrapper and dripped mustard on his custom-made cufflinks.” I used to think that when I could afford an apartment on the Upper East Side
Sofia suddenly laughed and swept her eyelashes over his chin, saying, “You know what? My grandmother always says that love is like an emergency room electrocardiogram – it’s normal to have ups and downs.” She took out her phone and pulled out a yellowed photo. “This is my parents’ wedding ceremony in a low rent apartment in the Bronx, and the wedding dress was made by my aunt using curtains
Jack looked at the young man and woman embracing each other in the photo and suddenly remembered the property certificate he had locked in the bank safe. Those cold documents have never been warmed by the sea breeze in Sofia’s hair room at this moment.
(8) Dawn of the Emergency Room
At four o’clock in the morning, Jack’s phone was shaking wildly on the bedside table. Sofia’s voice was filled with tears: ‘Jack… I need you.’
When he rushed into the emergency room, he saw her squatting at the end of the hallway, with blood stains on her white nurse uniform. “The tramp sent here today… he reminds me of my grandfather.” She buried herself in his arms, and eye black fainted black tears on his shirt. “Why does this city always hurt kind-hearted people?”
Jack held her trembling shoulders and suddenly remembered the morning when he first joined the investment bank and was publicly humiliated by his boss. He gently lifted her chin and said, “Do you remember the starry sky you mentioned?” He pointed to the gradually brightening sky outside the window, “It’s always the darkest before dawn
