MidReal Story

Milan's Fashion Hearts

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Scenario:Amelia Sanchez and DaJuan Giovanni are the main characters. The story is based in Milan, where they both go to the same college. Amelia is a fashion and modeling major, while DaJuan is a photography major. They both get stuck in an elevator where they first meet, Amelia has a panick attack, and DaJuan comforts her. Coincidentally, the students of the modeling class are asked to partner up with those in photography for a school project, Amelia and DaJuan get partnered up together, from there their relationship develops as they spend more time together

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Amelia Sanchez and DaJuan Giovanni are the main characters. The story is based in Milan, where they both go to the same college. Amelia is a fashion and modeling major, while DaJuan is a photography major. They both get stuck in an elevator where they first meet, Amelia has a panick attack, and DaJuan comforts her. Coincidentally, the students of the modeling class are asked to partner up with those in photography for a school project, Amelia and DaJuan get partnered up together, from there their relationship develops as they spend more time together

Milan College

DaJuan Giovanni

photography major, relationship with Amelia Sanchez, calm demeanor with an eye for detail and a passion for capturing genuine moments.

Amelia Sanchez

fashion and modeling major, relationship with DaJuan Giovanni, vibrant and expressive with a flair for bold styles, often overwhelmed by her emotions.

The Milan College building where I had my first year classes was an old beautiful stone structure in the heart of the city’s fashion district.

Inside, the high ceilings with ornate moldings and large windows with wrought iron balconies gave way to modern classrooms equipped with the latest technology.

Our small group of fashion and modeling majors had classes on different floors depending on the subject so we did a lot of elevator riding.

I hated elevators.

I hated feeling trapped, and I hated not being in control.

I took the stairs whenever I could but sometimes, like today, I had to go up too many floors and my heavy luggage made that impossible.

So here I was, standing in front of the elevator doors waiting for them to open.

I hated waiting for anything or anyone.

I liked being in charge and doing what I wanted when I wanted.

The doors slid open and a tall, lanky guy with short black hair stepped out.

He looked up from his phone, gave me a brief nod, and walked off down the corridor.

His faded jeans were loose and hung low on his hips; his white T-shirt revealed broad shoulders and a narrow waist.