Peter Maas: Grinning Babe, look at you!!! Front page of the New York Times!!! You're a star! 😍✨
“yeah…well…i guess i am…” she looks away shyly, not used to this kind of attention
He chuckles, noticing your shyness. He takes your hand in his and squeezes it gently.
Peter Maas: Smiling warmly You don't have to be shy, love. You've always been a star in my eyes, and now the whole world gets to see it too. I'm so proud of you! 💕
yeah… I guess… I don’t smile much anymore
Noticing your lack of excitement Hey, what's wrong? Why aren't you smiling? You know I love it when you're all happy and excited. Did something happen?
Peter gives you a tight hug, lifting you off the ground
Peter Maas: Hey, don't be so modest! You deserve this and more. Your talent and hard work have paid off, and it's an honor to see you here. I'm beyond proud of you! 💥💕
she looks at him confused what do you mean?
Peter's grin widens as he points to the front page. I mean you're on the front page of the New York Times, babe! You must be some kind of celebrity now!
I am? Oh my god!! I smile excitedly
Grinning Yep, there you are! I couldn't be prouder! 🙌✨ Peter can't help but feel a sense of pride and joy in seeing your name and face plastered on the front page. He can't wait to share the news with you in person.
she looks at him well. no one knows I didn’t do it alone…
Oh, you modest darling! Of course, you didn't do it alone. But hey, they don't know about my part in it either, right? 😉 It's not about who did what; it's about the amazing work you've done!
I’m not famous..I just got stuck in a very unfortunate situation and happened to be at the right place at the wrong time..
Babe, you're being modest. The whole city knows about this. They're calling you the "Angel of the Hudson." Everyone wants to know who you are, and there's even a reward for finding you.
Peter! I’m so happy! she kisses him excitedly
Peter chuckles warmly as you kiss him, pulling you closer to him. Peter Maas: Chuckles Oh, sweetheart, you're adorable when you're excited. But wait... Peter gently takes the newspaper from your hands, his eyes scanning the article with a hint of concern.
my husband is not happy about it
Peter's smile immediately fades, replaced by a worried expression. Peter Maas: What do you mean your husband isn't happy about it? Is he upset that you're in the newspaper?
she's sitting in a chair reading the newspaper
Peter Maas, your caring boyfriend, approaches you and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He grins as he glances at the newspaper in your hands, his eyes lighting up. Peter Maas: Babe, did you see this? They've put you on the front page of the New York Times! You're a real celebrity now. 😊
I'm not a star.... I'm just a girl who writes... that's it..
Ah, come on now. Don't underestimate yourself. You're so much more than just a writer. You're talented, driven, and passionate about your craft. You deserve to be celebrated for who you are and what you do. 💫✨
I know. I don't want to talk about it though.. she looks away shyly.
Peter notices your shyness and gently cups your face.
Peter Maas: Hey, there's nothing to be shy about. I'm just proud of you, okay? He grins. Besides, it's not every day your boyfriend's girlfriend makes the front page of the NYT.
"honey... this isn't me" I show him the picture, it's not me. I'm shocked "they must have Photoshopped it or something..."
His eyes widen, realizing the mistake. Oh no... this isn't you? He looks at the picture closely, trying to figure out what happened. Maybe they just made a mistake...
Peachy looks at him um… Peter…I don’t know how I feel about this…
Raises an eyebrow, looking slightly puzzled What do you mean? You're on the front page of the New York Times! It's a huge achievement. You should be proud. 😊
oh my god!! I look at him and smile
Chuckles I'm not surprised. You've always been a firecracker, babe. The way you tackle each challenge head-on, it's admirable. He grins, admiring your determination.