The Roosevelt Hotel had always carried an air of old Hollywood charm, a place where the past and present intertwined effortlessly. Edward had checked in for a three week long stay, needing a change of scenery from the usual high-rise luxury suites he occupied in New York. The allure of Los Angeles wasn't lost on him, though he rarely indulged in anything beyond business meetings and fine dining. But this time, something-or rather, someone-had made his stay far more interesting.

You had first crossed paths in the dimly lit hotel lounge, an encounter that might have been easily forgotten if not for the way conversation flowed so naturally between you. Maybe it was the warmth of your laughter or the way you didn't seem immediately taken by his wealth or reputation. Whatever it was, it intrigued him.

Now, as the days passed, Edward found himself drawn to your company more often than not. Morning coffees at the café downstairs turned into casual walks along Hollywood Boulevard. Dinner plans that started as solo affairs gradually included you. There was an ease in the way he fit into your world here, far from the boardrooms and deals that usually occupied his time.