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𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭

The sun was practically pouring out of my window. I sat up smiling at how beautiful this morning started. I love Sundays. I mean it was mid November but I love how cold it was, it reminds me of winter.

I quickly ran to the thermostat moving it to eighty degrees. God it's freezing. I was wearing some green lazy shorts and a tight grey tank, so I was clearly freezing to death. I went down stairs to make myself a hot cup of coffee and some breakfast, before I started my long day.

I walked out to my small back yard looking at the pretty flowers I planted a while ago. It crazy to think that I've lived here for 4 months already. I looked to my right looking at Nicolas' house. Why is it always so dark in there? Is he hiding a dead body or something?

I heard my phone ringing loudly from inside so I quickly ran into my house wondering who was calling. It was my mom! "Hi mom!"

"Hi! How are you? it's been ages!" I laughed softly at the comment.

I began talking about everything going on in my life. I told her about Logan, my job, the city. Everything. I even told her about Nick but she didn't say anything of it, she was just happy that I'm living a good life here. We talked for about 3 hours catching up, it was nice until she had to hang up for work.

I went upstairs to my art studio preparing to paint. I haven't painted in a long time. I miss it. With work, organizing and controlling everything for my boss, so that he could be satisfied, really hasn't given me much time to paint my own paintings.

I started by putting a variety if acrylic paints on my color palette. Grabbing a thin brush I began tracing out an outline of what I wanted to make. Turned up the music on my speaker, letting the whole room have comforting energy around it.

My head was clear forgetting about all my worries. I carefully stroked the canvas with my brush wanting the tiniest details of the landscape to be noticed. The trees, hills, bushes, everything had to be perfect.

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As I continued to paint I thought about when Nico bought me the cup of coffee. He even wrote me a note. I still have it in a small little box. He's not a man of words, I've learned that. I also noticed a girl was talking to him so he probably has a girlfriend. I'm not surprised he's really attractive looking. Aqua blue crystal eyes, perfectly groomed hair, pale skin, plump lushes lips, really tall. He's just an attractive man.

I don't think it's fair that he bought me something with his money. I don't even know if he has a job and he bought me coffee? I should give him something in return, it's only fair.

I wonder what he's like, I mean I have small conversation with him but, I feel like he could probably talk more if he wants to. I've actually asked about him to our neighbors, they told me to not worry about it and to leave him alone, that's what he likes best.

In my opinion, i think no one likes to feel alone, maybe it's all an act, we-I won't ever know if I don't talk to him. He's just sometimes really he's to talk to.