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𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓽 wasn't getting easier. The new teachers, new routine were all stressing (Y/N) out. The pressure and expectation was way more intense. (Y/N) found herself forgetting to eat occasionally, sleeping way more often and sometimes falling asleep on the bus if she decides she's too tired to walk home.
On top of all that the weather wasnt getting any better either. The new ballet teacher that exclusively taught only the cast of The Black Swan was extremely strict and had a hard time adjusting and was extremely adamant that looking the part is almost nearly as important as the dancing. The instructor was french, impatient and a perfectionist. That's a trio made in hell. She often mumbled things in French under her breath when she would get too frustrated.
One of the things (Y/N) can remember her saying is "à quel point une fille peut-elle être idiote" (Y/N) remembered it due to how many times she would say it to her and other female dancers. It was Wednesday night and (Y/N) was absolutely exhausted. She hopped into her shower, gave her feline companion food and water then fell asleep.
She woke up in the middle of the night to an uneasy feeling. Anastasia was lying to her but for some reason something deeply unsettled (Y/N). Her mind was telling her to find the source of why she's feeling like this but she just wanted to fall asleep. (Y/N) shrugged off the feeling to just her being paranoid then falling asleep. The next day would be her off day where she didn't have to attend practice which made (Y/N) smile internally.
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The next morning (Y/N) woke up pretty late around 9am and she was so glad she could have the day off. She was planning to buy more groceries, clean her house and do her laundry. Normal things she wasn't able to do due to her busy schedule and exhaustion.
(Y/N) put the jacket in a white tote bag with black writing and did her hair and makeup and put on a long sleeve form fitting shirt paired with and light pink cardigan paired with black flared leggings and a pair of comfy white shoes with her hair in a (fav hairstyle). She added some accessories and jewellery. She gave stacy some more food and water before leaving and locking her door.
The chilly air hit her but luckily it wasn't raining it was quite misty though. She put her headphones on a played a playlist whilst on her way to the coffee shop. Luckily it was within walking distance and wasnt really a problem. She saw the coffee shop in the distance and felt a feeling of relief washing over her. As soon as she entered the coffee shop the warmth of the air and the aroma of coffee hit her. The place looked homely and nice. Maybe (Y/N) only thought that due to the contrasting of temperatures in and outside but that doesnt really matter. She snapped out of her thoughts when she scanned the medium sized coffee shop just to have her eyes meet with the owner of the jacket.
(Y/N)'s eyes widened 'shit, he must've been waiting for me' (Y/N) felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her before quickly making her way to the table he was sitting at and seating herself down.
