Important: This chapter happens in present tense because I wanted to write June's thoughts in that exact moment. However, the rest of the story will be in past tense. Hope this clears up any confusion.

Important #2: I found out how to write the dialogue properly when I was already on like chapter 18 of this story so forgive me for all the dialogue punctuation errors. I am aware of it now & I will edit all of it as soon as I find enough time to edit my entire story (': I did edit the first 3 chapters I think but please just bear with me on that one hahah.

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I walk inside the coffee shop, awkwardly struggling to close my umbrella without sprinkling water on the people around me. After what seems like an eternity, I manage to finally close it and put it back in my bag. I walk up to the counter and am greeted by Jack—one of the cashiers working here.

"Oh, hey, June!" He says, a warm smile on his face.

"What's up, Jack?"

"Same old. We got a new machine, though. Are you willing to be our first costumer to try it out?" He begins wiggling his eyebrows at me, clearly excited about their newest addition to the shop.

"Hey, turning down an offer to make my coffee even more extraordinary would just be nonsensical now, wouldn't it?" I joke, and he chuckles.

"And this is why you're my favorite costumer," he says, and I place a hand over my heart to show him I'm flattered.

"Wow, I'm so honored," I say dramatically, and he rolls his eyes playfully at me.

"So, the usual?" He asks, preparing himself to type in my order into the cash register.

"You know it," I reply.

"It would be shameful if I didn't. This place is practically like your second home," he teases, causing me to reply with a light laugh.

"Alright, a small lavender coffee will be at your table in just a few minutes." I give him the money and then walk back to the corner table by the window, comfortably sitting down at my usual spot.

I still remember the first time I came to this place. I'd ordered a mocha coffee because that'd always been my favorite, but I soon found out the mocha coffee here does not taste as good as the rest.

Thankfully, my mother ordered a lavender coffee that day and gave me some to try. It was almost like heaven in a cup. Ever since then, I haven't had anything else.

As I wait for my coffee, I stare out the window, noticing all the raindrops racing down it. After a few seconds, I decide to pull out my notebook and a pencil. I let a smile onto my face when my eyes fall upon all the doodles drawn inside it, giving me a feeling of satisfaction. There are so many of them—a clear sign that part of me is still a kid at heart.

This notebook is where I allow my imagination to explode. If it wasn't because my name is written in big bold letters at the front, I would think this belongs to a child. All the drawings are cartoony-looking and I've designed it to look like a huge world of funny things. It's quite entertaining to look at, always finding old hidden doodles that I'd forgotten about in the midst of all the other doodles.

Suddenly, I'm snapped out of my reverie by the sweet smell of lavender coffee. I turn my head and see Jack making his way over to me. I smile when he finally sets the coffee down on my table and thank him.

"See you around." He smiles back, and I nod to let him know I will definitely be coming back. I always do.

I've noticed a boy who also comes here often as well. I used to wonder if he came here for the same or a similar reason as mine, but I soon figured out this was his 'date' spot. Every time I see him here, a different girl meets him. It shouldn't really bother me because, after all, it's really none of my business. But I guess part of me feels sorry for the clueless girls who meet him. It's quite disturbing. However, who can blame them?

As much as I hate to admit it, the guy is attractive. I remember thinking so the very first time I saw him walk in.

At first, I was slightly mesmerized. Everything about him seemed so intriguing. Even the way he walked; so cooly, giving off an intimidating aura. And the—clearly—expensive selection of clothes he had on, making me think he probably came from a wealthy family. He looked so clean-cut, but somehow, his gorgeous, dark messy hair made the whole outfit seem casual. It was almost as if he wanted to give a good impression without looking too good.

With his piercing green emerald eyes, a height of about 6'2, and a jawline that looks like it could cut, he's pretty much everything you look for in a guy. Well, physically, anyway.

He looks about my age but, of course, my fantasy about him and I ever getting married was over when I saw a girl walk in and sit with him about ten minutes later.

After seeing that, I figured he was probably the kind of guy I'd want to stay away from. Not that I knew him, but from what I saw, that's what I guessed.

Today, he's here. Once again, with another girl. I decide to ignore his presence and put my notebook away. I take a sip of my coffee and then proceed to go on my phone to check my email.

I suddenly feel nervous as my eyes settle on the email from the New York Art Gallery Course.

I've loved art for as long as I can remember. From doodles to abstract paintings, I'm amazed by it all. I've had a passion for it all my life and, just a couple of weeks ago, I applied for a two month art course at a famous art gallery. It's extremely famous in New York and I decided to take advantage of it.

You see, during the course, every student will be learning tons of new techniques and work on almost every type of art—sculpting, portraits, abstract paintings, etc. Then, when the course is over, all the students will present their work to the judges. The winner will have their final piece bought and put up in the gallery. It's pretty much just the best opportunity ever so, of course, I took it.

I open the email and begin reading it.

"Ms. June Love,

We have seen your application and were highly impressed with several of the pieces you presented. We believe having you at the Art Gallery Course would be a great opportunity to learn and possibly get your work noticed. You seem to have what it takes, and for this reason, you have been accepted into our eight week art course. We look forward to seeing you.

Thank you,

New York Art Gallery."

A huge grin spreads across my face and I have to stop myself from squeaking of joy. I quickly gather all my stuff and make my way back to the apartment I share with my best friend—Blue. When I arrive, I impatiently continue to knock on the door until she finally opens.

"Alright, stop knocking! I'm here!" She says in an amused tone.

I smile.

"I'm sorry," I apologize, allowing myself inside. "But you won't believe what just happened!" I tell her, radiating excitement.

"What?" She asks curiously, quickly shutting the door.

"I got into the art course!" I yell in a high pitched voice, resembling a five year old girl who just got her first puppy.

"Oh my goodness! That's great! I knew you'd get in dude. How could you not? Your stuff is amazing," she congratulates me, smiling proudly at me.

"Well, thank you very much," I say, taking a seat on the couch.

"At least now you'll stop roaming around doing nothing but painting," she teases, and I fake a laugh.

"Very funny," I reply, my tone thick with sarcasm. "But yes, now I can roam around and go paint somewhere else instead," I add, and she laughs.

"You're a lost cause," she says jokingly, and I shrug, but a smile still makes its way onto my face.

"Man, I can't wait till Monday," I say, already envisioning what is a dream come true.

If only I had known.

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