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LUNA

I walked to the local cafe to meet up with felicity like we always did on Friday mornings before our technique class at the art institute. The sun was just breaking through the clouds and the sky was painted with the most magnificent peaches and purples. I always snapped a photo on my phone but today, I thought I would just bask in the beauty rather than capture it with the back of the white iPhone.

I walked with a small smile, excited that this weekend felicity and I were going to put on our favorite vinyl and sip red wine while painting for our final pieces for school.

I looked down at my nude flats and admired how I hadn't scuffed them quite yet, although I knew I would sooner rather than later. I walked past the street vendors that I had grown so used to hearing and smelling. I knew some by name from simply buying their products.

"Bonjour Luna" Miss Lafayette, the local florist called out with a small wave.

"Bonjour" I dipped my head ever so slightly to show my awareness.

I walked buy the jewelers with expensive opals and shimmering rubys that they insisted were "real". I lightly laughed at the persistent man raising his voice calmly to the older gentleman accusing him of selling fake diamonds on the street.

I usually stopped for a few minutes to admire the local painter's work, and the three men, ranging in age and painting experience seem to always acknowledge my new lipstick or nail polish color and tell me what a beautiful shade of mauve it is.

I slowed down, having extra time, and looked at the men's works of art. Their style was always so similar yet completely different and unique. One man always did flowers while the other two stuck with people, usually women. They always seemed to capture the little things in people that made them beautiful.

"ce est une très belle nuance de corail sur vos ongles aujourd'hui manquer" the younger man said, complementing my coral nails.

"Merci. combien de temps cela at-il pris la peinture" I asked about how long such a detailed painting took.

"Je ai travaillé sur le désactiver pendant trois semaines"

"trois semaines bien dépensé. il est beau" I smiled and he shook my hand.

"Merci!" He smiled and I continued to admire the other two pieces of artwork.

I stopped in front of the most amazing oil painting of a women and man I had ever seen. It was not quite symmetrical and the colors were outstanding. The young man behind the canvas was too occupied to notice my presence, but i was okay with that. I only came to admire. I was surprised to see a new painter on the streets though.

I stood in complete awe, just taking in every brush stroke there was.

The man caught my eye and he seemed as surprised to see me as I was to see this beautiful canvas.

He had shimmering brown eyes and dark brown hair which I found adorable. I lightly blushed and continued to walk on to the cafe.

I got there in less then 5 minutes and felicity was already waiting at our usual table with our drinks and light breakfast.

"Hello" I smiled and pulled my chair out, "how are you" I kissed her cheek and sat down.

"I am doing great. What took you so long?" She laughed.

"Got caught up in the paintings on my way again"

"Like usual" she sipped her hot coffee.

"I can't wait for this weekend. It's going to be a blast. Wine, food, painting...what more?"

"I know. I can't believe our finals are due already though. I feel like the semester just began. Speaking of which, what are you going to paint?" I took a small bite out of my pastry and sipped my warm tea, burning my tongue while doing so.

"I think birds. I always did want to do a painting of them. I'll probably use a bird that people find dull and boring though and make it where they'll never call a bird ugly again!" She looked in the distance dreamily.

"You always have loved birds" I sighed.

"What about you?" She put her head on her hands and listened intently.

"I think I'm going to try out a sunrise. I've been taking so many pictures over the past months of them I think it's about time I try my hand at Painting one."

"That sounds like a nice idea. Trying something new."

"Speaking of new, there is a new painter on the streets."

"Ah really. Is he any good?"

"Yes actually he's quite amazing and very young as well. He painted the most beautiful portrait of a man and women and that's what I spent so much time gawking at. It was seriously perfect felicity. I should really try to go back and buy it."

"You should if it means so much to you"

We finished off our breakfast and small talk before we figured it would be okay to enter class a little earlier than usual. Plus, I can ask a few questions on how to even paint sunrises.

We walked side by side to the large architectural building that was the art institute. So many amazing people have gone to school here and it has shaped them into the artist they are today. I hoped to achieve the same excellence after leaving.

I had my heavy satchel over my shoulder holding my paints and brushes and pens.

We walked into Ms. Donche's class and took a seat in the back. I took out all of my appropriate supplies and waited for everyone else to arrive.

Class was very simple and relaxing. We learned the proper way to paint certain types of paintings and a little background on acrylic, oil, and water color. I enjoyed my time in her class not only because she was helpful but also because she was so incredibly passionate about art and about us all making something of ourselves after our time in college.

I walked straight back to my cozy flat, hoping to get a little homework done for another class I had taken. I had to write an essay. I always hoped in high school that I would be done writing long essays about people and dates I would forget the next day, especially because I was going to art school, but little did I know I would be writing just as many if not more about the theory of art and how it all began. I even learned how the mind interprets art and how people make what they do.

I took my set of keys out of my pocket and searched for the white one. I unlocked the door and called out to my French bulldog Olly, waiting for him to emerge from a back room.

"Olly" I called out and I heard small grunts and wheezes from the pooch. I smiled and crouched down to scratch behind his ears.

"Hey cutie" I baby talked and shut the door.

I took my shoes off and brought my book bag and satchel over to my couch, turning on the tv and taking out my laptop.

I had grown accustomed to French tv, even though it took me all through high school and my first year here to learn the Language enough as to watch tv BUT when in doubt I went to Netflix and watched a good ole american series. Ahs was my life and I binge watched all of the seasons. I was currently watching asylum for the third time and I regretted nothing.

I decided to hold off from Netflix at the moment though, because I needed to get this essay done. I only had a few paragraphs left.

I watched tv and typed as fast as I could, re-reading my last paragraphs to make sure they sounded well written and literate.

I put my laptop away when I was done and made pasta for dinner. It was simply butter noodles with Parmesan but it was my go to meal.

I spent the rest of my night thinking about that painting I had seen and how I needed to buy it for my apartment. It was simply too beautiful to let go.