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Luka
1:35 PM

-« Bro I can't believe you. I really can't. That's how you bring a girl home? »

He said with a mocking tone, earning himself a loud and obnoxious laugh from the woman next to him.

-She really said that?

The brunette replied in between chuckles. The pouting face she got as an answer was enough to make her burst out into laughter again.

-Yeah... And- hey don't laugh! That's my ego your making fun of!

At this point, both of them had red faces, one from the lack of oxygen she was experiencing, and the other from slight embarrassment.

-Mauuude!

It came out more of a wine, a five years old spoiled child at that, begging his stubborn mother for a toy. But the lack of reaction he got only resulted in him cracking a smile, amused at his suffocating coworker.

-Pfft, you're dumb.

-A-and you were dumped Aaahh!

This time, the duo both exploded into a pit of laughter, their heavy puffs and breaths echoing in the relatively isolated cafe.

-Hey Les p'tits cons! Alors on s'marre ici?
(hey little dumpassas! So, enjoying yourself?)

They immediately stiffened upon hearing the old man's voice, is heavy American accent marking it. It was Mr. Kennedy, the building's owner. He was an immigrant that came from America and got installed in France, taking in responsibility for one of the branches of the cafe. Usually, he was pretty chill ad easygoing, except for work. He cherished hard work the most and it was one of the most important qualifications for him, being serious during working hours. But he tends to let those two slip since they are (for the moment) his only and best employees.

-Oh hello Mr. Kennedy. We're sorry that we'll get to work.

Luka spoke up. Seeing as in Maude was pretty embarrassed, he decided to take the lead on this one and save them from their boss' death glare. For that, he used his best and most charming smile, as warm and bright as the sun on the afternoon of a long August day.

The elderly man just softly chucked and left with a slight nod of his head. Luka smiled at Maud, signaling her that it's time for them to get back to what they were paid to do and that's serving the clients.

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4:57 PM

-Bye Maude! A demain!
(See you tomorrow!)

Finally, the shift is over

Thursdays were one of his favorite days; his working hours were the shortest and he got to finish at five PM. It's always nice to go home early and get to cook your own food, although it does get a bit lonely at times, he was never one to complain.

Luka got used to his small little apartment, it was cozy and snug and he liked it the way it was. Being alone does not kea being lonely. Solitude is often a need and facing yourself requires some privacy with your thoughts; in a singular way.

His way of living is to embrace everything that life has to offer him so why complain when you can use the time you get solitary to dance naked on your living room table?

Back to Luka, making his way home was pretty typical. He would always go past the point that goes over the Seine and then go on with lounging the avenue to finally get to his usual building. The apartment complex is set on top of a small boutique that; he's not sure; was a drug store of some sort.

University commences in less than a week now, not something to look forward to but it was inevitable. Maybe there was a flicker of excitement and anticipation inside of Luka that encouraged him to go. Because in a certain way, that step he's willing (or obligated) to take is the official starting point of his new life, the first words of the new chapter after the preface or incipit.

So what about his job you might wonder? Well, in reality, it is more of a part time job he engaged in. He's supposed to take the late shift, alternating with Maude and a new worker that was supposed to drive next week. So his days will probably consist of going to University, studying and eating for the little hour he has for himself and go to work, then maybe enjoy the rest of his day after his shift if he succeeded in finishing his homework or just studying some more.   

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Chloe
4:36 PM

Slight hums and murmurs could be heard as Chloe tapped her foot in sync with the music resonating in her ears. She, once again, permitted herself to get lost in the beautiful world of art and creation, a paintbrush in her left and hand, and a pallet splashed of color in her right one.

Emmenez moi, au bout de la terre... 

Last night was strange in a way but amusing and soothing. The stars shown and glimmered in the depth of the darkness the sky held that day, the luminous city lights not helping to emphasize their natural glow but still, the burning fire balls manage to overlook the view.

A rooftop, that's where Blueberry decided to take the blond. Cliché? Maybe. But who cares? Certainly not Luka!

And that's what set Chloe off at first. Because the azurite didn't seem to want to stop to flirt with her, but in a good way if that even makes sense. She wasn't supposed to feel offended, the intention was far from that, it was more to try and make her feel less tense and uncomfortable around him.

That lit her up slightly more than she thought it would because she found herself slipping back to her old sassy self. So needless to say, the night was just spent trying to know the other and see who could tease and irritate his companion more.

But it was fun, and the sight offered was worth the anguish of having to bear the other.

No, but in reality, Chloe liked Luka's presence. He was fun to be around was got some weight off of her shoulders.

She scoffed remembering all of that. But one thought kept wavering in her mind;

I usually go there with Kagami

Maybe it wasn't her place to think that she should be the one Luka goes with every night to gaze at the stars and admire how small and trivial their existence is. And maybe she should be the one to share those deep words with. Perhaps she wasn't deemed of thinking that was about herself yet here she was.

Perhaps it was leftover from that slight interest and attraction she felt towards him during that last year in Paris. But still... It's only that, even if it was something.

Her brows furrowed and a subtle frown rested on her face. Maybe some fresh air would be much needed, a refreshment of some sort for her boiling mind.

A small clearing carpeted with flowers adorned the canvas as clouds spread through the light zenith. What a simple yet appealing concept. It was subtle and yet the manner she embodied and represented the scenery through her brushstrokes defined it and discerned it from others.

It made her think of a certain ocean haired man. He was different and that may be the reason she felt intrigued toward him at the time because he chose to see her with different pair of eyes nobody used before.

For now, she decided to set her concern on something more important in her near future: the first day of school. That could be her only chance, to get back what she lost; a second ticket to the word she decided to ignore before.  

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