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Assistant: Title: International Love
        Author: BlueJay214 BlueJay214 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        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 1: First Sight
    

    


  

  
  
    
    The roar of the Rio audience reverberates in their ears as HUNTR/X exits the stage, sweat-splattered and gleaming under the brilliant stadium lights. Their most recent three sets of their best singles back-to-back have left the audience buzzing with excitement. Mira tosses her microphone into the hands of a passing crew member before spinning toward the others."Okay, that was insane," she grins, her voice still pulsing with adrenaline. "Did you see the crowd when the drop hit on Duskfire?Rumi laughs as she uses a towel to fan herself. "I thought the stage was gonna lift off. I'm still shaking."Zoey bounces alongside them, riding the same performance high. "And when we all hit that chore in perfect sync? The whole place went—" Her words die in her throat as they turn the corner into the backstage hallway. She sees something that caught her eye immediately.Standing across the corridor is a Brazilian woman with silver braids under a black cap, her style street-sleek and effortlessly cool. She's laughing with a local DJ, her voice low and smooth. There's a certain gravity to her presence—like she owns every space she walks into.Zoey stops mid-step. Her heart skips.Time warps a little. Sound fades. The backstage bustle becomes background static as Zoey stands frozen, her eyes fixed on the mystery woman. She doesn't know her name yet, but something about her... the way she moves, the way she feels—it hits Zoey like a bass drop to the chest."Yo, Zoey?" Mira's voice cuts through the haze, nudging her back to reality with a snap of fingers. “You alright?”Zoey blinks rapidly, face warming as she shakes her head. "What? Yeah—I'm good," she mutters quickly, eyes darting away. "Just... spaced out."Mira eyes her curiously, but Rumi's already dragging them forward toward the dressing room, still buzzing from the show. Zoey follows, but glances back once more.--------Hours later, the girls sit around a polished wooden table in a cozy Rio restaurant, laughter filling the warm air as platters of feijoada, pão de queijo, and grilled meats sizzle before them.“Oh my god, this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” Mira says through a mouthful of moqueca, barely pausing before diving in for more.Rumi’s eyes sparkle. “I swear we’re eating our weight in Brazil right now. No regrets.”They all dig in like they’ve been starved for days, forks clinking, sauces spilling, napkins forgotten in the frenzy. Zoey joins in at first, taking a huge bite of pão de queijo—but the moment is suddenly shattered.Her eyes drift toward the restaurant entrance. There—just walking in—is her.Zoey freezes mid-chew, her fork still hovering in the air. The same girl from backstage. She’s now dressed in casual ripped jeans and a cropped hoodie, flanked by a small group of friends, laughing as they wait to be seated.Zoey’s pupils dilate. Her mouth falls open.The half-eaten pão de queijo slips from her lips, plopping onto her plate with a splatter of oil. Her face is frozen in a wide-eyed, slack-jawed expression of awe-struck disbelief. The moment is silent in her mind, like a slow-motion music video just for her.The woman glances across the room and spots Zoey.For the briefest second, their eyes meet.Zoey’s heart nearly launches out of her chest.The Brazilian woman immediately looks away with a quick, awkward shift of her shoulders, pretending to laugh at something her friend just said. She subtly wipes her mouth with a napkin, recovering her cool with the ease of someone used to being seen—but maybe not quite like that.Zoey snaps her jaw shut, cheeks burning as she quickly grabs her napkin and dabs at her chin, trying to save whatever dignity she still has. Mira and Rumi are too busy arguing over the last fried plantain to notice a thing.Zoey, however, is no longer hungry; she suddenly pushes her chair back, nearly knocking over her drink. “I’m, uh… gonna hit the bathroom real quick.”Mira raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Already? Dang, Brazil hitting your stomach like that?”Rumi snorts into her juice.Zoey waves them off with a flustered laugh. “Not like that. Just need a sec.”She hurries across the restaurant, weaving through tables with her heart thumping in her ears. As soon as she slips into the bathroom, she grips the sink and stares into the mirror. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hands are clammy.“Okay… chill,” she tells her reflection. “You’re a pop star. A hunter. You’ve fought shadow fiends with glowing teeth and smoking hot demon boy bands with impressive abs. You can handle a girl.”She takes a deep breath. Then another.But before she can fully collect herself, the door creaks open behind her.Zoey turns and freezes again.It’s her again.The woman steps in casually, her phone still in hand, then glances up. A sly smirk spreads across her lips. “Oh hey,” she says, voice smooth like smoke. “It’s you… pão de queijo girl.”Zoey opens her mouth. Nothing comes out. She makes a noise that might be a laugh or a squeak.The woman leans on the sink beside her, unfazed. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You good?”“I—I’m good,” Zoey manages to blurt. “Totally good. Just needed, y’know… air. Bathroom air. Fresh air. The food’s amazing though! Not that it upset my stomach. Mira just said that because she’s annoying. I mean, not annoying. I love her. Not like that. Uh—”The woman chuckles, brushing one of her silver braids over her shoulder. “Relax. You don’t have to perform in here too.”Zoey breathes out a laugh, finally starting to uncoil.The woman glances at her with a little more softness now. “I saw you at the show earlier. You’re one of the singers, right?”Zoey nods, still stunned. “Yeah… I’m Zoey. From HUNTR/X.”The woman gives her a slow, approving nod and introduces herself. “The name’s Velvet. You were fire up there.”Zoey’s knees nearly buckle as she leans back slightly, heart still fluttering but beginning to steady. Velvet’s presence, though electric, isn’t intimidating anymore—it’s *warm*. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly aware of how close they’re standing in the small bathroom.“So… you’re Velvet. Are you a famous Brazilian rapper or singer?” Zoey says, trying to keep her voice from cracking.Velvet smirks again. “Both actually. And you’re the one who nearly choked on Brazilian cheese bread.”Zoey groans playfully, covering her face. “Please don’t let that be my legacy.”“Could be worse. Some people faint when they meet me.”Zoey lowers her hands and smiles. “Yeah, well… almost did.”They both laugh, and the awkwardness thaws into something more natural. Zoey leans on the sink next to her, mirroring Velvet’s posture."I liked your vibe, by the way," Velvet says. "On stage. You've got that... fire in your eyes. Like you're performing for something more than just applause."Zoey blushes. "Oh, you know, that's just my style.""I like your style," Velvet smiles. "Your group's really making waves. How's the tour been so far?""Oh, it's been incredible," Zoey says, her eyes lighting up. "We started in Tokyo, then Singapore... each city has its own energy. But Rio is definitely my favorite.""Oh yeah?" Velvet raises an eyebrow. "And why's that?"Zoey meets her gaze with newfound confidence. "Let's just say the locals have made quite an impression."Velvet laughs. "Smooth. So where are you headed next?""Actually, Brazil is our last stop for a while," Zoey explains. "We're taking a break from touring for the next couple of months to work on our next album.""That's a grind," Velvet nods appreciatively."But it makes it worth it," Zoey says.Velvet lets out a smooth laugh. "Alright then, Zoey from HUNTR/X… Wanna come say hi to my crew? We're chillin' out front."Zoey hesitates, heart hammering again—but this time it feels exciting, not scary. She nods. "Yeah. I'd like that."Velvet pushes the door open with her shoulder and gestures. "After you."Zoey walks out beside her, cheeks warm and pulse dancing.--------Rumi leans back in her chair, patting her full stomach. “I’m stuffed!” she groans, half-smiling. Across from her, Mira pushes the last piece of tender churrasco around her plate. “Seriously, I can’t move.”They glance at each other, sharing a satisfied grin before Mira’s eyes flick to the empty seat Zoey left behind. “Where’s Zoey?” she asks, brow furrowed. “She said she needed a sec, but she’s been gone a while.”Rumi sets down her napkin, curiosity piqued. “Yeah, that’s odd.” She slides over to the window near the entrance and peers out, trying to pick up a hint of what’s taking their friend so long.Just then, she spots Zoey standing near the doorway—not alone, but chatting animatedly with someone else. A low glow seems to surround them, and Zoey’s posture is relaxed. Mira leans beside her, shading the glare of the restaurant lights. “Who’s that with her?” Mira wonders, intrigue edging her voice.Rumi squints, lips curling into a small smile of understanding. “Looks serious… no, not serious—more like… friendly. Someone she likes?”Mira’s eyes widen. “Zoey’s in deep. Guess she forgot about the food.”Zoey returns to the table, casually sliding into her seat like nothing happened—except the faint blush on her cheeks gives her away. She grabs her glass of juice and takes a long sip, trying to keep things cool.Mira and Rumi are already waiting for her…with matching grins.“What?” Zoey says, eyeing them suspiciously over the rim of her glass.“Oh, nothing,” Rumi hums, folding her arms like she’s holding back a laugh.“Except that we just saw you outside,” Mira adds, wiggling her eyebrows. “With someone.”Zoey nearly chokes on her drink. “What?! No—no, it’s not like that!”Rumi leans in, eyes twinkling. “So who was she? Cute, confident, dangerously charismatic?”“She wasn’t— I mean—okay, yes, but no! I just… bumped into her. That’s it.”Mira gasps mockingly. “You bumped into her and stayed for ten minutes? Please, that’s the romcom meet-cute special.”Zoey buries her face in her hands. “Oh my god, you two are the worst.”Rumi laughs. “We’re just saying, Zoey. If she just happens to show up at our next concert, we’ll know why.”“She’s not my girlfriend!” Zoey blurts, flustered.Mira grins wider. “Didn’t say she was. You did.”Zoey groans, sliding lower in her seat while her best friends giggle like they’ve just uncovered her deepest secret. And maybe… they kind of have.'
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