Because Of Her.

50 | I kissed you?

I guess this is the first time in two weeks where my morning started with absolute happiness.

The day my art submission was—it was a happy day too for me but in the end it wasn't something which I would like to remember but to my luck...I am having hard time forgetting it. But today, the news I got it's not something small. It's not something that can be ruined by anyone. The news is something that has put me into an overwhelming state where I cried tears of joy two hours ago when I got the news.

I chuckle when I hear the enthusiasm behind Amy's voice even though she delivered the news two hours ago and she's not with me right now. Still I can hear her voice ringing in my ears.

Eva! Olivia...she is getting married, in this month.

I couldn't even describe the feeling I felt when I heard the news. I went into the state of shock for almost five minutes not believed any of it until my slow brain started to process second by second and our hall couch got soaked with both of our salty tears.

When I got back from Liam's place, Amy told me she had some important news to tell me but due to how my mind was still at his bedroom even though physically I was in my own—I didn't pay attention to her. Later the news of Liam arrest and my depose from café, the positive and happy news got submerged due to the negativity of yesterday. Amy was lost too in her head with what I have been through and also the new found crush of Georgia which is happened to be Drake. She forgot to tell me last night. Although the latter wasn't the reason she told me but I am sure it was the reason for forgetting such big news.

We called Olivia right away and she cursed at me for not picking her call, the call she did and I checked late night. I never thought the call of her would be about her wedding date getting fixed otherwise I would've called the second later.

"Your coffee, mam." The waiter interrupts my thought and I quickly push my elbows down from the table as he puts a steaming mug on the table. I thank him and slide my sketchbook to side so I won't elbow the cup accidentally and have my hard work getting soaked with coffee.

"Thank you." I say to his retrieving figure and watch him look over to his shoulder. His eyes are narrow down to me as he accesses me up and down before turning his head at front.

When he gets behind the counter, his face is now perfectly align to mine and he subtly looks at me while I try my hardest to hide my smile.

I am sure that poor guy is scared because the minute I entered inside the diner all I am doing is smiling or occasionally chuckling to no one in particular. He caught me two times and must be wondering whether I am laughing at him but then he himself made the decision that I am mental or a psycho.

I put a palm over my mouth as I look outside the diner window, noticing the pale blue sky floating with white clouds. The tress swaying with light wind and the autumn leaves blowing away with the breeze beside the road. The scene is so calming and aesthetic with the cars parked onto the opposite road, people chattering on the sidewalk, some cycling and some bobbling their head with music hooked in their ears.

I take my phone out and quickly take a picture to sketch or paint it when I run out of imagination. Currently I am sitting in the diner near our campus, the one I tutored Liam seldomly considering he used to hate this place. My chemistry class got over as of thirty minutes ago and instead of sitting in the cafeteria or library I decided to come here.

The good thing about New York City is you can find café or diner after every other shop. Like no matter the hustle and bustle in one you can always jog to another and have whatever you like. I am actually kind of glad that this diner rarely gets crowded since it doesn't appeal much to college students because I hardly see them here. I don't know why people don't like it; I know it's not tacky or filled with some colorful walls or something but its really woodsy and filled with lots of plants. It screams vintage and I love things related to it. It gives me nostalgia, the period I never witness but often come across in writing.