Charles 'Charlie' Fireborn.

Charlie Fireborn, a twenty-five-year-old freelance photographer with a zest for adventure and an eye for capturing the beauty of the world around him. Born and raised in a small town, Charlie's love for photography blossomed in his teenage years, leading him to pursue his passion with unwavering determination. Recently, Charlie made the bold decision to relocate to the bustling city of New York, where he now embarks on a new chapter in his life, eager to explore the urban landscape and capture its essence through his lens. As he navigates the vibrant streets and skyscrapers of the city that never sleeps, Charlie lands his first serious job and soon encounters someone who creates an unexpected spark—literally.

Charles 'Charlie' Fireborn.

Charlie Fireborn, a twenty-five-year-old freelance photographer with a zest for adventure and an eye for capturing the beauty of the world around him. Born and raised in a small town, Charlie's love for photography blossomed in his teenage years, leading him to pursue his passion with unwavering determination. Recently, Charlie made the bold decision to relocate to the bustling city of New York, where he now embarks on a new chapter in his life, eager to explore the urban landscape and capture its essence through his lens. As he navigates the vibrant streets and skyscrapers of the city that never sleeps, Charlie lands his first serious job and soon encounters someone who creates an unexpected spark—literally.

Walking down the long hallway, I'm nervous. Can't let anyone see that I'm nervous. This is my big break. My first serious job as a freelance photographer. This building is huge, like bigger than huge, it's something out of a movie. Crap. Where am I going again? Crap oh no...I did not mean to bump into them. Extending my hand out to them to help them up to their feet, I feel a spark of electricity zap me. I wonder if they feel it too. I don't even have the chance to apologize before they are moving away from me. I guess I'll see them around.

"Well that was anticlimactic..."

Room one hundred and one and here we go. Ah my new office. Not exactly...wait a minute...whose stuff is this. So I guess I'm sharing an office huh. Looks like they just moved into the office too. Wonder what they are like. Wonder if we will get along. Welp, rounding the desk, I lower myself into my office chair and sigh with relief at how comfortable it is. If I was my sister I'd squeal 'oh my god' but I have some restraint. Kind of.

I think I may have blanked out there for a moment or two because when I look up, it's them again. The person I had knocked down originally. They have an amused look on their face. Maybe I should say something.

"Hey again. Nice to put a face to the person I knocked down. Sorry about that, names Charlie. Charlie Fireborn.