Gibberish.

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Joan switched on the lights of the huge art center. The 'closed' sign was hanging on the door we came in from.

"Wow." I whispered, looking around. The room was filled with paintings and sculptures. I walked around, admiring every piece for at least a whole minute. The room would've felt empty without these. 

There was one that looked like little wooden pieces were painted and joined to make a picture. Some of them were paintings of my favourite singers, some of them were cool shapes and others were just miscellaneous. I couldn't classify most of the pictures – each of them were very different from the other.

I didn't turn around, but from Joan's breath, I got to know she took a seat and put her bag on the table. After a bit more of shuffling, she settled down.

She was sitting at the corner on one of the long tables that stretched at least ten meters. She seemed engrossed in her work already. I noticed how great she looked without her usual Sherlock coat and hat. She had short and frizzy hair – in a bun, wore a random V-neck shirt and sweat pants. No makeup, probably even no shower since morning.

Yet, she looked amazing.

Blinking, I took my seat, far away for her seat and opened my laptop.

Great, what work do I even have?

After staring at my laptop for three whole minutes (okay, I sneaked glances at Joan, but I was still thinking about work,) I opened Microsoft Word.

Just when I was about to write something, I got a message.

Joan: Wifi password – Xcyd32bbng. You could've just asked instead of staring at me like an idiot XD

I smiled at my phone, and looked back into my laptop, trying my best not to look at her.