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𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴

I ran my hand through my hair feeling each strand tangle around my fingers. I hate sitting here. I looked up at Carmen who was patiently waiting for me to speak.

"So did you make friends?" She asked me this questions a billion times. I don't like people, what does she want me to say. I stayed quiet, leaning back into the couch. "You are really difficult to talk to Nicolas, the whole point of you being here is so that I can help you. You have to open up in order to do this"

I knew she was right, I just don't want to say anything to her. "I do not have friends nor do I make them, people are loud and annoying"

"See that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

"I'm going to be late for work, excuse me" I got up grabbing my back pack. I heard her sigh, I couldn't tell if she was annoyed or sad.

"Talk to anyone, even get a pet to talk to if you want but I need you to open up, you are a really hard shell to crack"

"I will always be hard shell to crack, good day" I opened the door leaving the facility. I should really stop coming, it not doing anything. I sat down in my car beginning to drive to the coffee shop to get some work done.

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It was already mid October so it was pretty cold around the city, it's nice means winter was coming soon. I walked into the coffee shop ordering my usual black coffee and sitting in my usual spot.

I went to grab my laptop, when I saw out of the corner of my eye a familiar long brown headed girl. I slightly looked to my left, it was Kendall, really focused on a book taking small sips of her coffee. Her skin looked clean, not saying it wasn't before.....she looked fresh? She wasn't wearing any make up, but she looked good. Pretty.

I wonder what she's drinking. I shook that thought out my head needing to finish my articles for work.

I spent 4 hours writing. You know what's 4 hours sitting in a coffee shop writing about The literal fucking world. I mean I don't mind it, I'm talking about issues that are happening in San Francisco and it's good but you know sometimes I forget to take breaks.

Closing my lap top, I noticed a small post-it on the table, how did I not notice this. I notice everything. I carefully grabbed it, the writing was nice and had a small smily face. I read the note ' I saw you and didn't want to bother, you seem really concentrated, so I just wanted to say hello, and have a fantastic day~Kendall ♡'. I felt the corners of my lips curve, was I grinning at this? I looked over at where Kendall was sitting. Her nose was stuck in a book...not literally of course.

I ripped out a page from my journal writing down something to give back to her. 'Thank you, I hope the book you're reading is the best in your interest of course, have a decent day' I scribbled out the decent part replacing it with 'have a nice rest of your day' I stood up placing it on her table, I don't think she noticed until I sat back down. I leaned on the wall facing her, I took out my journal wanting to write but first I wanted to see her reaction.

I didn't expect her to notice immediately but she was already reading my note. Her hair was in a high ponytail and she wore a blue oversized sweater for her petite size. She had some great sweats on and Ugg's. She smiled, and looked at me. Our eyes stared right into one another's as if we were staring into each other's souls.

She began writing something else on another post it, what was she writing? She folded it walking over to me as she did.

Her small hand held the small piece of paper in front of me, I grabbed it beginning to read what was on the note. 'Thank you, and it is a really good book, nice seeing you Nico:)' I looked up at where she was, but she wasn't there anymore. I read the note one more time. Nico?

Nico.
Really?

I sighed to myself feeling a bit of annoyance that she left. I looked at her spot again and saw a small notebook resting on the floor. I picked up the small book reading the inside cover, making sure it was hers.

The hand writing was identical to hers but the book hand a bunch of designs and light colors. I'm not a fan of colors, it seemed something she would like. I couldn't help but read the first page. I didn't want to snoop, i was just curious.

'Small sketches'

I flipped the page noticing all the perfect sketches of people doing what they did in their daily lives. They were so detailed and professionally drawn. I kept flipping through the pages until I got to one that I never expected to see. It was me. It was a drawing that looked identical to me. She got every strand of hair on my head, every crease of my shirt, everything.

It was perfect.