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Assistant: Title: International Love
        Author: BlueJay214 BlueJay214 
        Chapter: 3/3 
        Summary: When HUNTR/X is doing their tour in Rio de Janeiro, Zoey comes across American rapper and singer Velvet as she develops a crush on her.
        Contents: Chapter 3: Closer Connections
    

    

        
          
          
            Zoey visits Velvet as the two become closer than ever.
          
        

  

  
  
    
    Zoey steps out of the cab, heart still racing from her impulsive decision to sneak from the hotel without telling the others. Taking in the breathtaking view as warm sunlight blankets the hills of Rio, she smooths down her crisp white T-shirt tucked into light blue vintage form-fitting jeans. Her favorite chunky sneakers suddenly feel too heavy as she tugs at her shirt nervously. After their electric connection at the party last night, she couldn't resist Velvet's invitation.Ahead of her sits a stilt house built into the hillside, its modern architecture subtly blended with natural wood and glass. It's simple yet sleek, with just the right touches of luxury—clean lines, a wide deck, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bay. Compared to their towering suite back at the hotel, where Rumi and Mira are probably wondering where she disappeared to, this place feels lived-in.Zoey swallows, climbs the stairs, and reaches the sleek front door. A small camera blinks above the bell.She rings.A moment later, Velvet's voice buzzes through the speaker with a smile in her tone:
  "Knew you'd show. Door's open."
With a soft click, the door swings open, revealing Velvet.Zoey's heart somersaults.Gone is the stage swagger and city edge from their dance floor encounter last night. Velvet now stands comfortably in a fitted yellow crop top and deep blue jeans with flared hems that just skim the floor. Her long silver braids are down, a little tousled, and she's barefoot—nails painted a glossy wine red, toes slightly curled against the cool tile. She leans casually on the doorframe, eyes warm and full of mischief.Zoey blinks hard, trying not to stare. "Uhhh, h-hey!" she blurts.Velvet chuckles, tilting her head. "Hey yourself. Snuck away from your bandmates, I see."Zoey clears her throat, awkwardly tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Nice place… Really nice. Like... wow."Velvet steps aside, gesturing her in with a fluid wave of her hand. "Come on in, superstar. Don't worry, I won't keep you so long that they send a search party."Zoey steps over the threshold, her eyes wide as she takes in the space, her sneakers squeaking softly against the polished floor. The first thing that strikes her is how effortlessly the house balances luxury with warmth.Tall windows let in plenty of sunlight. Bold framed prints—some abstract, others old record covers—emphasize the smooth, spotless tile walls with gentle cream hues. Every element seems purposeful, as though Velvet chose it to express rather than to impress.A sleek leather couch anchors the open living space, surrounded by cozy touches: a fuzzy throw blanket draped over one side, a record player spinning something low and jazzy in the corner, and a coffee table adorned with candles and dog-eared books.As Zoey admires the place, Velvet turns back with a knowing smile. "Shoes off, by the way. House rule."Zoey nods quickly. "Oh—of course, sorry." She slips out of her chunky sneakers and leaves them neatly by the door, suddenly feeling more grounded as her white socks press against the warm wood.Velvet watches with a soft smirk as she pads across the floor. "You look nice," she says, glancing over her shoulder. “I dig this chill look. Much different from the green last night."Zoey laughs nervously, tugging at her sleeve. "You too. I mean, I dig yours. It's like… relaxed but cool. I don't know how you do that."Velvet shrugs. "I'm just relaxed."Zoey's cheeks flush with embarrassment. She'd been trying too hard to sound impressed, and Velvet had called her out so effortlessly. The memory of them dancing together until well past midnight flashes through her mind, making her both nervous and excited. She follows behind as Velvet leads her through the house, pointing out small things along the way—a framed childhood photo here, a signed record there, a little hand-carved cat statue that "looks dumb but holds incense." Zoey trails behind, her socks sliding softly over the wood, feeling slightly out of place yet unable to take her eyes off everything around her.……..They settle in the sunlit kitchen nook, where the windows open wide to a view of the Rio skyline melting into the distant ocean. The morning light catches on Velvet's silver braids as she sets down a small stack of pancakes on the rustic wooden table next to two steaming mugs of coffee.Zoey takes a seat across from Velvet.Velvet slides her a plate. "You like bananas in your pancakes, right?"Zoey blinks. "Wait… how did you—?""You looked way too excited at that dessert platter last night," Velvet smirks. "You had a banana, like, three times."Zoey laughs, flustered. "Okay, stalker-level memory. Impressive."They eat in a comfortable quiet for a few moments, the tension from earlier melting away between bites and soft background music. Velvet props her elbow on the table and watches Zoey between sips of coffee, her gaze steady but kind."So…" she finally says, "let's talk about last night. That dance floor moment—you've got some serious moves."Zoey grins, remembering how they'd moved in perfect sync. "Thanks. It felt so natural, dancing with you."Velvet smiles, leaning forward slightly. "We had chemistry from the first beat. I've never connected with someone on the dance floor like that before.""Me neither," Zoey admits. "Usually I'm overthinking every step, but with you... I just felt the rhythm.""That's what makes a great dancer," Velvet says. "Letting go of everything else and just feeling the music.""Is that why you pulled me onto the floor? You could tell I needed to let loose?"Velvet takes a sip of her coffee, eyes twinkling. "Partly. But mostly because I wanted to dance with you specifically."Zoey blushes. "Really? Why me?""Something about your energy," Velvet says softly. "It matched mine perfectly."Zoey doesn't know what to say to that. Her stomach flips—not from the pancakes, but from the look in Velvet's eyes.Somewhere in the background, a quiet breeze rustles the leaves outside the open window.……..Velvet leads her through a hallway lined with posters from past concerts and collaborations until they reach a sliding door at the end. With a smooth pull, it opens to reveal Velvet's personal studio—cozy, creative, and just messy enough to feel real.The space is layered with personality. Vinyl records are lined up like trophies, a keyboard rests under glowing LED strips, and one wall is covered in sticky notes, half-finished verses, and soundwave prints. There's a small couch with throw blankets, a rack of headphones, and a mic stand in the corner facing a softly lit recording booth.Zoey walks in, eyes wide. "Okay, this is... gorgeous. Organized chaos."Velvet grins proudly. "I try. I'm a little obsessive about how it's laid out."Zoey wanders over to a cluttered desk. Among the notebooks and scribbled papers, one neatly torn lyric sheet catches her eye. She picks it up gently."Clouds Among Us?" she reads aloud, eyebrows rising. "That's an interesting title. Is this one of your songs?"Velvet chuckles from behind her. "Yeah, I couldn't finish it. Been sitting on that chorus for months. Every verse I write feels wrong. Like, it never fits the vibe."Zoey scans the lyrics, murmuring them to herself, then suddenly straightens. "Can I... try something?"Velvet blinks. "You mean—like, freestyle?"Zoey shrugs with a little smile. "I mean, I'm not you, but... I wanna see where it takes me. After last night's party, I feel inspired."Velvet grins, stepping back and gesturing toward the mic. "By all means, superstar. Show me what HUNTR/X's star lyricist can really do."Zoey takes the sheet and moves toward the mic. Putting on a pair of headphones, she enters into the booth with her expression shifting from nervousness to focus. Velvet nods approvingly and slides her fingers across the console, bringing the track to life—gentle, moody, with layered synth and deep bass.Zoey closes her eyes, letting the music wash over her.The beat flows through the studio like a current, each pulse resonating deep within her chest. Dreamy synths hover like morning mist over water, creating a perfect canvas for raw emotion. Across the glass, Velvet leans forward at the console, one hand tapping lightly with the rhythm, the other resting thoughtfully under her chin as she watches Zoey surrender to the moment.Then she begins.🎤 Zoey (Verse 1 – sung)
  Woke up in the echo of a dream I never chose

  Backyards with fences, hearts kept closed

  Skipped stones on silence, hoping they'd talk back

  California sun couldn’t melt what I lacked

  Mama worked double, papa was a ghost

  Lunch tables full, but I sat with my ghosts

  Wrote rhymes in margins, hid pain in my sound

  Hoped someone would hear me without turning around
Velvet’s breath catches. There’s no filter. No pretense. Just Zoey, bleeding into the mic with honesty. Then she transitions—fluidly—into a rap, her tone sharper, words heavier.🎤 Zoey (Verse 2 – rap)
  It’s wild how the glitter hides the guilt in your bones

  Kids throw rocks while they sit in glass homes

  I was twelve with a notebook, thirteen with scars

  Fourteen wishin’ on headlights instead of stars

  Teachers said dream big—but not too loud

  Cause girls like me don’t fit their crowd

  Asian kid, Cali raised, speakin’ too fast
“Slow down,” they said— “You’ll never last”
  But now I’m global, now I’m seen

  Now my silence fills a screen

  And I’m floatin’—yeah, I’m floatin’

  But clouds don’t mean you’re free...
🎤 Hook (sung, soft and airy)
  We’re just clouds among us, drifting alone

  Carrying thunder, too heavy to own

  But I’m still rising, still not done

  Can’t chase the moon without facing the sun
The last note lingers like smoke in the air. Zoey’s chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as she finally opens her eyes, looking through the glass toward Velvet.Velvet doesn’t say anything at first.She’s just staring—lips parted slightly, stunned.Then, finally: “...Zoey.”She gets up slowly, stepping into the booth like she’s approaching a sacred space.“That was insane. Like… truth in motion,” she says softly. “You didn’t just rap. You let go.”Zoey shrugs, eyes still cloudy with emotion. “I guess I needed to.”……..As the afternoon stretches on, they migrate to the couch. The speakers softly play R&B songs in the background.Velvet lounges comfortably, one leg tucked beneath her, a mug of cooling coffee in hand. Zoey sits beside her, cradling a throw pillow in her lap, her gaze flicking between the floor and Velvet's steady eyes.Velvet breaks the silence first, her voice gentle but sincere. "That verse you wrote earlier… you really opened up."Zoey shifts, a little uneasy but not regretting it. "Yeah... I didn't plan to. It just kind of came out."Velvet nods, watching her carefully. "You talked about growing up in California… all that pressure. That loneliness. That stuff about your dad… is that real?"Zoey nods quietly. "Yeah. He left when I was nine. Didn't even say goodbye. My mom did everything—worked two jobs, put up with me zoning out in class, obsessing over lyrics instead of homework." She lets out a dry chuckle. "Music was the only thing I had that didn't walk away."Velvet listens, unmoving, absorbing every word like it matters."And school…" Zoey continues, "I never fit. I wasn't Korean enough for some folks. Not American enough for others. Too loud. Too quiet. Always in between."Velvet nods slowly, then looks away toward the window. "I get that more than you know."Zoey turns toward her. "Yeah?"Velvet sighs, brushing a silver braid back. "I grew up in the favelas of Rio. Didn't have much. My mom passed when I was six. Never met my dad. I bounced between a few aunties, a couple music mentors... but I never really had someone that felt like 'mine.'"Her voice is steady, but there's a crack hiding underneath it."I used to sit on rooftops with my headphones and write. Pretend the sky knew me better than people did. Making music—it wasn't just a dream. It was my anchor."There's a long, weighty silence. But it isn't awkward. It's understanding—the kind that runs deep without needing to be loud.Zoey gently shifts closer. Without a word, she reaches out—slowly—and places her index finger lightly on top of Velvet's hand, tracing softly along her fingers, as if trying to memorize their shape."You're not alone anymore, Velvet," Zoey whispers, her voice barely audible above the soft music. "Neither of us are."Velvet looks down, then up, meeting her gaze."Please..." Velvet's voice carries a vulnerability she rarely shows.They don't speak for a moment.Velvet shifts her hand slightly, her fingers curling around Zoey's. "...call me Bruna."……..The moment between them still lingers like smoke, but eventually, Zoey clears her throat and rises gently from the couch, her voice soft."I should probably head back soon..."Bruna nods, but her eyes don't leave Zoey's.Zoey walks to the front door, her heart still thudding as she bends down to slip her feet back into her sneakers. She hesitates—one shoe halfway on—and glances back.Bruna is still sitting there, watching her with that quiet fire behind her eyes.They lock eyes again.Something unspoken passes between them.Zoey slowly straightens up, standing still at the door.Bruna rises without a word.She steps toward her—barefoot, graceful, confident—crossing the room with unhurried certainty. Each step feels like it pulls the air tighter around them. Zoey doesn't move. Her breath hitches.Bruna stops when her bare toes touch Zoey's socked feet. A gentle press. Then she wiggles her toes, playfully but tenderly, on top of Zoey's.Zoey blinks slowly, lips parting.Their faces draw closer until their noses brush, soft and electric.There's a beat of stillness.Then their lips graze—light, hesitant, almost unsure.Another breath.Then another graze.A peck.A second one, firmer.And then... a kiss.Warm. Real. Melting everything around them into silence.Neither one speaks as they break apart slightly, their foreheads gently resting together, breaths mixing in the space between them.Zoey whispers, barely audible, "I... wasn't ready for that."Bruna smiles. "Good. Neither was I."And still, neither one moves away.……..Rumi lies on the bed, phone pressed to her ear, listening to the dial tone ring… and ring… and ring. She frowns, sitting up straighter. “Still nothing,” she mutters.Mira, halfway through packing, pauses with a shoe in her hand. “Seriously? She’s not picking up?”Rumi shakes her head. “Voicemail again.”Mira drops the shoe and grabs her own phone. “It’s been hours. We leave tomorrow morning. She needs to be back to pack, or at least text.”Rumi paces the room, phone still in hand. “She’s never this off the grid. Not even when she’s in full music-writing mode.”Mira nods, concern creeping into her tone. “What if something happened? We’re in another country—what if she got lost, or—”“Don’t,” Rumi says quickly, biting her lip. “Let’s not spiral. But yeah… we need to find her.”Mira summons her spear. “Okay. Let’s check the nearby spots. The café down the street. That little record store she was obsessed with. Anywhere she might’ve gone.”Rumi checks her phone one more time, heart pounding. “Come on, Zoey… answer.”Still nothing.She pockets her phone and summons her sword. “Let’s go. I don’t care who she’s with—we’re bringing her back before that flight.”The girls hurry out into the evening streets of Rio—hoping Zoey’s okay… and that this isn’t the beginning of something too complicated to fix overnight.'
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