I'm telling you, going back to the mundane after an adventure filled mega-day-that-seemed-to-last-at-least-a-couple-of-years is impossible. After arriving home, it took me a day and a half to answer all my Instagram comments.

It was exhausting. I couldn't enjoy it at all. For the first time since I've started my career as an influencer, it felt like work.

The next day, I didn't feel like posting anything, so I just spent the day on my balcony, enjoying the fresh air, and admiring the sky and all the shining butterflies.

Yes, I can still see them. They're just as mesmerizing to my mortal eyes. They also make it impossible for me to resume my daily life.

I continue my posts, my schedule, even plan a new trip with Fifi for this summer, but it just doesn't feel like enough.

I have to do more. To mean more.

Fifi is by my side through all this, and she likes reminiscing about our adventure. She also picked up the task of fixing Butch up with a kickass presentation. But to her, it was just another business trip and she spends half the time complaining that we can't post anything on Instagram about it.

Me? I just feel... Empty. After sharing my soul with someone else, I'm feeling lonely. I hate it. I want to be independent. I want to conquer the world on my own. And I wish I could hear Damain's voice assuring me that I can.

But I meant it when I said I didn't want to date him. Not after what he did. Plus, what did he think? That I'd just fall at his feet? Just because he looks like a god? As if!

It takes me about a week to finally wake up and feel more like myself. Not the self I was before, but the self I was the day I walked out on Damian Bradely.

So, with new-found determination and Michelle Obama's Becoming Agenda, I find a comfy seat outside a bohemian cafe and start planning my future.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and there's a light, warm breeze in the air. I'm filled with optimism and excitement. I can do this. I can find a way to make the world a better place using my experience.

"Is this seat taken?"

I raise my eyes from my adorable agenda. I'm not exactly surprise to see Damian standing next to my table.

"Are you stalking me now or what?"

He shakes his head. For once, he's wearing faded blue jeans and a simple t-shirt. He still looks good enough to eat, but I'm pretty much over him by now.

"As a matter of fact, this is my favorite coffee place."

Huh. I didn't take him for the hipster-bio-coffee type, but I'm not going to judge so I just shrug.

"So, can I sit down?"

Right, he's still standing and actually awaiting approval. I nod with dignity and watch him as he sits with ease. I sort of miss having his unfailable body. As it turns out, I'm a little ditzy and actually bump into things fairly often when I'm not on heels. But I've started jogging and am taking a street dancing class to help with my overall grace.

"You look very beautiful."

He can bet his ass I do. With my sunny yellow summer dress with ruffles, my red sandals and half pony tail, I look like Belle. Which is the perfect Disney princess because she's smart and so am I.

"Thank you. You look nice as well."

"How have you been?"

Confused. Frustrated. Lonely. Optimistic. Determined. "Fine."

"I haven't," he says as he signals the waiter. "It's so strange not to share a body with you."

Huh, so I'm not the only one who feels odd.

"I can also still see butterflies and whatnot. Like, right now, you are surrounded by this beautiful golden glow."

My cheeks warm up, because despite me half-wanting to slap him, when a drop-dead gorgeous guy compliments you, it feels good.

I focus on him, and there is a sort of aura there, but it's all over the place and in every shade of blue imaginable. I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean, but I hope he's not sad.

"You're being awful quiet."

I just shrug again. He leans forward and rests his chin in his hand, his eyes zeroing in on me as if he wants to read something on my face spelled in beady cursive.

"I bet your inner world is wild right now."

He has no idea. I grace him with another shrug.

He leans back in his seat, all cool and confident looking and I must admit my heart does a tiny leap. Then he lets out a dramatic sigh.

"I miss being inside your head. The world seemed much beautiful from there."

The heat in my cheeks increases. "Look, I appreciate the compliments, but I'm still not going to go out with you."

"I understood that from your first no. Well, okay, second no. That's not why I'm here. I actually want to work with you."

I raise an eyebrow with dignity, even if inside my heart is thumping against my ribcage. "Oh?"

"As I said, I liked the way I saw the world through your eyes, and I want more people to see it that way. So I decided to invest my money into a wellness platform and clinic. Except I know nothing about wellness and positive thinking."

I stare at him, then at my agenda. It's closed, and it has been this way since he stopped next to my table. He can't have seen. I open it and stare at the words Wellness Platform surrounded by little hearts.

"Would you like to be part of that? You would coordinate our activities and programs while I take care of the business side."

I bite my lower lip. Under the table, my knees are bouncing madly. My heart knows this is what I want to do. But working with Damain?

"Would we be seeing much of each other?"

He smiles, but it's sad. "As much as you want. Which could mean every minute of every day or not at all. I'm not going to push you, Carolyn. You have every right to hate me--"

"I don't hate you--"

"But that doesn't mean I'll stop loving you."

I choke, even if there's nothing in my mouth. "What now?"

His smile widens. "Being inside your head, inside your soul... It was like being there for your entire life. I know who you are and I've seen your potential. You're amazing. And the fact that you're not falling at my feet is also amazing."

An unspoken Like Fifi lingers in the air between us. Truth is, I want to remember as little about her flirting with me as possible.

"I won't ever fall at your feet."

It's his turn to shrug, even if the smirk is still there, and damn it, he looks hot as sin. "I don't expect you to. It's just a business proposition."

"Fifty-fifty?"

"Of course."

I reach out my hand over the table. He takes it and we shake. "It's a deal then."

"Great! If you would give me your number, we can schedule our first business meeting. I'll show you what I've come up with and you can give me your input."

I nod, once again excited. We can do this! We can make the world a better place and give stressed out people the chill they need to appreciate the world.

"What hashtags are you thinking about?" he asks.

"None." I'm a little surprised by that myself.

"How about #newbeginnings and #changetheworld?"

"I like those." Maybe Damian is not so bad after all.

Maybe our business will be a success. And maybe, just maybe, after I establish myself as a respectable and competent business woman, I'll let him try to woo me.

If I do, be sure you'll hear about it. Because it's gonna be one of the greatest nights of my life.

#aboutlastnight

The End

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Final word count: 25, 270

And it is officially over! I hope you enjoyed and had fun. I want to think that the future will only bring good things for Carolyn and Damian and that their business takes to the skies.

Will they get together? Only time and Instagram posts will tell.

Thanks so much for following along and I really do hope you enjoyed the ride.