She saw him for the first time at a coffee shop. It was right after she moved to the city. Her condo was just next door on the sixteenth floor. She lived right above a street of restaurants, shops, and bars.

The coffee shop was a glorious place. It wasn't super crowded, but it had enough people to ensure that the place wasn't a dump. A little area was clear for bands to set up and play music. The coffee was good. No matter what she tried, Judal couldn't find fault in a drink she bought.

That day she ordered a latte. She took the cup and sat at a table in the back corner. It was late at night. It had been an extremely long day of tutoring. Some kids just really didn't understand language. It didn't matter though, their parents wanted the kids to get good grades and didn't care what it cost. Judal's resume drew the highest paying customers. She skipped several grades when she was younger and finished college faster then normal too. She had wanted to be free of her parent's grasp as quickly as possible. Stanford was great and all, but she wanted to disappear from her parent's prying eyes. That was why she had moved to a large city and chosen to work as a language tutor and translator. A friend of hers from college was a best-selling author; she translated his books to French mostly. At nineteen, she could speak five languages fluently and was working on a sixth. Under her parents dictatorship art school had been out of the question but studying language they had found value in. What a crock of crap. Whatever, she hadn't paid tuition so it wasn't like she had much room to complain.

With a sigh she pulled out her sketchbook and pencils. She was lacking inspiration at the moment. The band was just starting to play again after their break. The music was nice; the singer had a good voice. She listened to the music and let her hands move across the paper. After a while she ended up with the outline of a stormy landscape.

Judal looked up when she heard the singer address the coffee shop. He introduced himself and the musicians. He was a very cheerful person. His smile captivated her. His stunning blue eyes looked so clear and honest. She wanted to speak with him. She wouldn't, but she wanted to. She watched him for a while before turning back to the paper.

The pages filled with him. His face, his braid, his whole body. She started just by practicing, getting used to his details. She drew his smile and his eyes over and over until they looked like the real thing. She spent hours at the coffee shop; it was open all night. She kept drawing the boy.

She looked up when the music stopped playing and the sound of moving instruments hit her ears. They were cleaning up. She cursed under her breath. Her muse was leaving. She watched him talk to the others before heading over to the coffee counter. The barista handed him a cup. They spoke for several minutes animatedly. Judal didn't like it. She didn't want the angelic boy speaking to another girl.

She stood up abruptly and packed up her things. She didn't want to stand and watch as he flirted with her. She found no more pleasure in staying here. She kept her eyes down. She wasn't in the mood to deal with the stares. People were so confused by her eyes, normally she just ignored them but it had been a long day and she didn't have anything left in her. She hurried on her way, slamming into something just outside the door. Correction. Someone.

She leaned down to pick up the things she dropped. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a blue braid next to her. She looked over to see the singer bent down beside to her, picking up things that had fallen out of her bag.

He turned to her and smiled, offering her the hair ties and lipstick he had picked up. "Sorry about that. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but you shouldn't be apologizing. I ran into you."

"Yeah, but I shouldn't have been standing right outside the door. And my tea spilled on you, are you alright?"

"It did?" Oh yes, it was right there on the bottom. She couldn't feel it through the leggings she wore. That was definitely going to stain. That was why she never wore white. Why had she worn it that day again? Right, because she didn't have any other clean clothes, everything needed to be washed. It had been a long few weeks. Moving sucked. "Whatever. I ran into you. My bad. I'll get you another drink."

"That's not what I meant! Isn't it hot? You aren't hurt?"

"I'm fine, Chibi. Don't worry about it. You didn't hear me say ow, did you?"

"Chibi?"

"Sorry, I have a tendency to switch languages."

"You can speak more then one?"

"Yep. Anyway, I'm gonna go home and change before this stains. See you around, Chibi." It was already stained. Tea was impossible to get out of clothes. Whatever, she didn't like the dress anyway. She didn't want to stand in the cold anymore; not with a boy who no doubt would start to ask questions about her eyes soon. She really wasn't in the mood. It was easier to just walk away.

"Oh, right. Sorry about that. Do you want me to walk you home? Or to your car, maybe?"

"I'm good; I can walk myself home. Stop apologizing for things that weren't your fault."

"At least let me walk you halfway there."

"You already have. Goodnight, Chibi."

She turned on him and walked away before he noticed her discomfort. She hurried to the large building, up the elevator, and through her door. She threw her bag on the couch and collapsed onto her bed. She was too tired to shower or remove makeup right now, she could just do it in the morning before writing one of her students papers. The kid just wanted a passing grade in the class and his parents didn't care how he got it. Three hundred dollars for an essay made the kid happy. His requirement being that the paper got an A. It wouldn't be difficult; he was a seventh grader at a public school. The English assignment was only too easy. It would take her an hour at most. Easy money.

She fell asleep before she could continue planning out the next day.

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