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Wherever there is French, I translated it in the comments. Enjoy xx

LUNA

It was Monday morning and I was on my way to classes bright and early like usual. I was thankful that I got to spend the remainder of my weekend relaxing. I was looking forward to getting back to the grind.

I stopped in front of Ms. Lafayette's flowers and bought poppies before walking past the artists.

I smiled at them but didn't have enough time to stop and talk. I looked at the handsome man's art he had displayed and he gave me a charming smile. I blushed and gave a small wave. He kept his smile on his face as he sat down and began to paint on his canvas. If I'm not mistaken, he had been painting the same picture since he first showed up. I so badly wanted to see what he was making, but I wasn't going to be nosy so I continued onto class.

My day was like it usually was. I learned about art history or drew something for a teacher and got a new assignment due in two weeks. I would go home, feed Olly, make a simple dinner, and decide to watch TV or Netflix... maybe read a book if I felt like it. But, lately I had a new habit. I had begun to daydream a lot, especially about that painter. He had begun to take over my thoughts. I always imagined what he looked like at home painting peacefully, listening to his favorite music, biting his lip at a minor mistake he had made on his canvas and cursing at his color choices even though they were beautiful.

I went to bed thinking about him; my stomach getting butterflies at the thought of seeing him tomorrow morning as he painted.

I woke up and took a hot shower, making sure I left enough time for my hair to dry into it's long curls.

I changed into thick green shorts and a grey crop top with a cardigan to cover my shoulders from the sun. I had my satchel with everything I needed inside and I planned on stopping at a cafe to get a cup of coffee to stay fully awake.

I kissed Olly goodbye and grabbed my keys before shutting my door and going out into the sunny morning with the hustle and bustle of people going back to work for a brand new day. I could tell it was going to be a good day just by the way the sun was shining and the smiles on people's faces.

I walked down to a new cafe that I had only been to once before and got in line.

"bonjour" the man smiled.

"Bonjour. Pourrias-je obtenir un cafe au lait a la vanille?" I ordered a vanilla latte.

He nodded his head and told me that it would be just a moment. I drummed my fingers on the marble counter and waited. The smell of coffee intoxicated me and I felt even happier being here.

"vous voila" he slid me my cup and I gave him my money.

"Merci" I gave a little smile and began to back up.

I accidentally bumped into someone trying to get out of line.

"Oh my goodness I'm sorry" I didn't bother speaking french in the moment, I just wanted to apologize. I turned around quickly to say sorry again before leaving and my voice got caught in my throat.

I had bumped into the handsome painter.

"so you do speak English" he smiled and I blushed slightly.

He had an adorable British accent and I was watching his lips as he spoke to me.

I nodded my head and laughed light heartily, "I'm so sorry again" we stepped aside, out of the way of the people wanting to order.

"It's no problem" he had such a genuine smile and it made my heart happy.

I looked down at my watch and sighed.

"I have to get going" I frowned.

"It was lovely meeting you__"

"Liam" he smiled.

"Liam" I repeated and walked quickly to the door.

"wait I didn't catch your name" he yelled after me.

I opened the cafe door and turned around and smiled at him.

"Luna" I left after that and walked the 2 blocks to my classes.

I was only a few minutes late and luckily nobody noticed.

"Where were you" Felicity kissed my cheek and we sat down in the back like usual.

"I was getting coffee and I accidentally bumped into the pai___"

"bien nous allons commencer" our mixed media teacher clapped his hands.

"I'll tell you later" we turned our attention to the front of the classroom and didn't speak until the bell rang.

"Okay now what were you saying" we had 10 minutes until our next classes which we didn't have together.

"Oh yeah. I was saying that I ran into the painter that I was talking about the other night. I actually ran into him in line. I didn't spill my coffee though, thank god." my face began to get warm at the thought of spilling a hot latte on him.

"Oh, did you get his number?"

"No of course not. I just said sorry and found out his name because I was already running late" I sighed again. I wished I didn't have to rush out of the cafe and would have gotten to know him instead of just his name. Although, it was adorable. Liam. It fit him so well and I didn't even properly know him. Aw, and his accent. It was such a polite accent and so sweet.

"Luna did you hear a word I just said" Felicity had a smug smirk on her lips.

"Oh, um no sorry I didn't" I didn't even feel bad. The thought of Liam was much more appealing and important than whatever she had said.

"I asked if he spoke French" she smiled.

"Oh actually no. He had a British accent. It was so adorable et authentique" I laughed as well as Felicity.

"well all your talk about him makes me want to see him for myself. You'll have to take me down to the painters some time" she winked.

"Dammit we got to go. See ya after class" she waved and took a left. I stood there for a moment before going straight down the hallway to class.

That night I got home later than usual. I stayed after class for a few hours to paint because I didn't want to do it at home, plus they had free supplies to use. I didn't have any classes tomorrow so I had a full free day and I definitely planned on going down to buy some flowers and look at the paintings and Liam. I wanted to see his smile again and I wanted the feelings of butterflies I got when I looked at him.

The thought of him couldn't leave my mind, especially after today. I hoped he wouldn't forget my name or not want to talk.

I laid on the couch with Olly by my feet, both of us falling asleep right there.

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