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Sarah leaned forward slightly, tapping her tablet so the wall screen shifted to a more detailed breakdown of the campaign.

“Let me take you through the specifics,” she said, her voice bright with the same professional excitement. “We’ve built this around authenticity, so the requirements on you both will feel natural rather than staged—especially given the chemistry we’ve already seen.”

She gestured to the first set of frames.

“Television first. We’ll shoot three core spots. The longest is thirty seconds: the two of you moving through a store together, small protective touches, a quiet shared look, the sense that this is simply how you are with each other. Then two shorter fifteen-second versions for higher rotation—one focused on the everyday warmth, one on the contrast between you that makes the pairing memorable. Nothing scripted to the word. We’ll give you light direction and let the real dynamic do the work.”

Maya’s fingers tightened slightly around Mike’s under the table. The residual heat from the interrupted afternoon still pulsed low in her body; every point of contact with him kept it from fading. She stayed angled toward him, shoulder against his arm, exactly the kind of easy closeness Sarah was describing.

Sarah continued, flipping to the next slides.

“Billboards will be large-format and clean. Two primary images: one of you standing close in a store aisle, his hand at your back or on your waist, the other a quieter moment—perhaps the two of you sharing a coffee or simply looking at each other. Soft lighting, real expressions. We want people driving past to feel like they’ve glimpsed an actual couple, not models.”

She smiled, clearly warming to the vision.

“Then the social-media mini-stories. These are short—fifteen to thirty seconds each—designed for vertical viewing. A series of small, intimate fragments: the two of you arriving at the store together, choosing something side by side, a quiet laugh, the way you stay in each other’s space without thinking about it. We’ll film a handful of these over a couple of days so the feed feels lived-in rather than campaign-polished. Followers should feel like they’re getting little windows into your relationship.”

David nodded from his seat, clearly aligned with the direction.

“In-store displays will pull from the same imagery,” Sarah added. “End-cap boards, digital screens near the entrances, that sort of thing. Consistent look across every platform so the campaign feels cohesive.”

She sat back slightly, eyes moving between Mike and Maya.

“Shooting would begin within the next two weeks if we move forward. A mix of store locations and a couple of simple lifestyle settings. Nothing that requires heavy performance—just the same natural, touchy-feely dynamic we’re seeing from you right now. The more comfortable and connected you appear, the stronger the final work will be.”

Maya kept her hand in Mike’s, her knee resting against his under the table. The detailed picture Sarah was painting—repeated closeness, public affection, days of filming the exact kind of intimacy they had spent the afternoon practising—made the unfinished need inside her flare a little hotter. The cover of the campaign still made it feel legitimate. Necessary, even.

Sarah’s enthusiasm remained high as she glanced at her notes.

“We’re still speaking with the other couples, of course, but the two of you are already at the top of our list. Any questions so far about the scope or the kind of moments we’ll be looking for?”

Mike’s thumb brushed once across Maya’s knuckles under the table—small, steady, reassuring. Maya felt the quiet flame in her core answer the touch, and she stayed right where she was, pressed close, ready to let the practice keep speaking for them.