SAPPHIRE'S POV
Following the conclusion of Carter and Emma, I began to prepare my artwork tools and equipments. Finding my old manager, Martin, felt like stepping back into a world I’d left behind years ago. We met in a cozy little café downtown, the same place where we used to discuss all my old photography gigs. The familiar smell of fresh coffee and the gentle hum of conversation made me feel nostalgic, but also a bit nervous. I wasn’t the same person I was back then, and I wasn’t sure how Martin would react to seeing me again after so long.
When I walked in, he was already there, sipping on an espresso, his laptop open in front of him. He looked up as I approached, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Sapphire,” he said, standing up to greet me. “It’s been a while.”
“Too long,” I replie
