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Once class was over Zale glances at his cellphone for the time. [i [#31afa3 I only have ten minutes to get to the coffee shop. I wonder what this meeting is going to be like. She’s so out there.]] He thought as he packed up his items before leaving the classroom. He left the two story building and made his way across the campus towards the coffee shop. He had been to the place a couple of times last semester but he didn’t go there often.
Zale felt a bit nervous as he approached the coffee shop but before he could get to the door his cell phone rings. He recognized the name that was flashing on his phone. [#31afa3 “Emiko.”] He mutters and answers his cellphone. [#31afa3 “Hey, hows my Emi doing?”] The little girl giggles cutely over the phone. “I’m good Zale! Mommy got me another fish.” She said excitedly. [#31afa3 “Ah she did? Now your other one isn’t alone. You have to send me a picture ok?”] “I’ll send one right away!” Zale couldn’t help but chuckle at his little sister’s innocent behavior.
[#31afa3 “Emiko can you call me before you go to bed? I have to meet someone right now.”] “Awe...ok ok. I love you Zale.” [#31afa3 “I love you too. Bye.”] Zale hangs up and puts his cell phone back into his pocket. Now that he was in a better mood he walks into the coffee shop. It was easy for him to spot that blush pink hair that Greta has. He walks over to her and looks at her. [#31afa3 “Hello Greta.”]
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Vella has loved the brownie. She was actually impressed with his baking skills. [#13d3fb “Well the brownie was really delicious. I’m going to have to stop by the coffee shop more often.”] She smiles softly and keeps walking with Greyson. She was enjoying the walk with the much taller male. He was easy to talk to and he was showing her different places on campus she hasn’t explored yet. When they got to the fountain she awes over how beautiful the fountain was.
[#13d3fb “It’s so pretty.”] She said softly as she walked around the fountain as Greyson gave her some information about it. What caught her attention the most was when he mentioned ice skating. [#13d3fb “No way. I would love to ice skate here. You know I’ve never done it before but I’m willing try.”] She chuckles a bit knowing that the campus was really pretty during the winter time.
When Vella was called over by Greyson she casually walks over to him wondering what the could possible want. She looks down at the water just as Greyson splashed her. She gasped and stares at him. [i [#13d3fb Did He really just do that?!]] She thought and then she started to chuckle. [#13d3fb “Oh you’re right to move away. I’m going to have to get you back for that. It might not be now but I will get you.”] She teased and gently nudged him once close enough.
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/bbvwcGk.png]] [center [abel [size15 Greta made her way to the coffee slowly now that she didn't have to meet with Greyson. She strolled along whistling to herself happily. She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets and gazed at the sky. The clouds were super fluffy today and the sky was a soft blue. The weather was so nice out she couldn't believe it. When she spotted the cafe, Greta couldn't help but smile. She loved this place and couldn't contain her joy. Pushing the joy open, she beamed when she heard the regular chime of the bell. Tommy was standing at the sink drying a glass when he noticed the pink haired regular. He grinned back at her, obviously happy to see her.
Tommy was a soft looking boy. He was about 6'4 but was a big ball of love. Greta and Greyson always thought of him as a teddy bear. He started working at Cocoa Connections about two years ago so it was normal for the three of them to hang out together. Although he looked young, he had graduated last year and was working at the cafe to pay off his school fees.
[b [#cc0066 "Tommmyyyy!"]] Greta sang in a sugary voice. Tommy laughed at Greta's usual greeting.
[b [#669999 "Hey Gret, what's up? Want the usual?"]] He asked putting the glass down.
[b [#cc0066 "I'm meeting a boy I met in my class today!"]] She said with a wink. Tommy was used to her whacky personality and just nodded with a smile before brewing a chai tea latte with almond milk. It was her absolute favorite.
Taking a seat in a both by the window, she pulled out her sketch book and began to doodle. Tommy brought her over her favorite blue mug and set it down in front of her with a toasted croissant and some fresh cut strawberries. Squealing in delight, she took a bite of the pastry and let out a happy hum. Clicking the home button on her phone, she checked the time. It was only 11:50 and Greta was getting restless. She had so many questions she wanted to ask the boy she had met today.
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[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/i39phBc.png]] [b [#3366cc "I actually made the brownie you ate with your coffee. I make everything here. My friend Tommy helps with the bread sometimes."]] Greyson stated. Following the girl, he smiled. [b [#3366cc "It's nice to meet you Vella."]]
Greyson loved the campus. The buildings were all historical and build with old grey stone. He loved the maple trees that lettered the campus grounds. They had been there for hundreds of years and he couldn't help but admire their beauty. Besides the rose gardens, his favorite part was the marble fountain in the center of the quad. He thought he would start there. Slowing his pace to match the smaller women, he strided up to the fountain.
[b [#3366cc "This is my favorite place on campus. It was build in 1893 when there were only two buildings that made up the academy. In the winter they let you ice skate here."]] He informed. The fountain was absolutely massive so of course the school liked to manage the frozen water and let the students skate.
[b [#3366cc "Hey, come over here I want to show you something."]] He motioned for Vella to come closer. Just as she go close, Greyson leaned down and scooped a handful of water. He couldn't help himself. Letting out a laugh he backed away quickly before she could retaliate.
Class had went by quite quickly for Zale. He was so focused on his work that nothing else around him mattered at the moment. Before he knew it everyone was packing up their things to leave. Zale began to clean up his area. He couldn’t wait to tell his little sister about the painting he did of her. [i [#31afa3 I should mail it to her. I’m sure she will love it and hang it in her room.]] He thought with a soft smile.
Before Zale got up to wash off his own hands and brushes he hears Greta bubbly voice directed to him. His hazel eyes connect with hers. [#31afa3 “Thank you. Yours is beautiful as well.”] He said wanting to introduce himself to her so she wouldn’t think he was rude or anything like that but before he could get another word out Greta had to leave. It didn’t take long before she was out of the classroom. Zale stood there for a moment wondering if she really meant to ask him to meet her later.
[#31afa3 “Odd...why would she want to hang out later? She doesn’t even know my name. I barely even said a word to her.”] He mutters to himself. A small smirk forms on his lips, Greta was difficult to read and he liked that about her. [#31afa3 “Looks like I’m having coffee at noon.”] Zale cleans up the rest of his area before heading to his next class
As he walks down the hall to his next class he could hear a piano being played in the distance. This reminded him to check on Vella since he knew she was on campus.
[b [i Jace:]] [#31afa3 [i Hey Vella, are you still on campus? If so let’s meet up later. You can tell me about all your classes and how lost you were since I know you got lost a few times :p]]
He sent the text message and made his way to his next class.
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[#13d3fb “I bet all of your friends love you since they can probably taste all of your good.”] She teased. [#13d3fb “Do you bake any of the pastries that are sold here? I hope I’m lucky enough to try some of your baking.”] Vella said knowing she wasn’t the best baker and thought that someone that can bake delicious sweets was pretty awesome in her book.
Vella gently takes his hand and gets up out of her seat. [#13d3fb [i He seems so nice. I’m glad I ran into him.]] She thought and takes her small bag with her brownie inside. She places it into her purse since she didn’t want to eat it just yet. She wanted to focus on Greyson. When he asked her what her name is she smiles and faces him.
[#13d3fb “My name is Vella. It’s nice to meet you Greyson.”] Vella was shorter than Grey so she looked up to him a bit. Soon the two walked out of the coffee shop to begin the tour.
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Drying her brushes, she headed back to her seat and packed her tool box. Picking up her painting, she tucked it carefully away in her cubby. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she stopped at Zale's easel before leaving. Her eyes lingered on the girl's face. It was so realistic. Greta was impressed by his skills. Brushing a stray hair out of her face, Greta was unaware of the blue streak of paint on her cheek as she cleared her throat.
[b [#cc0066 "U-uh, your painting is really beautiful."]] Greta blurted out to the blue haired boy. She was usually very confident and concise in her speaking but suddenly she felt very self consious around her upper classmate. Glancing at her watch, she had ten minutes to get to her meeting. Letting out a distressed sigh, she shuffled her feet in anticipation. She wanted to say more to the boy but she was out of time.
[b [#cc0066 "Sorry for cutting this short but I have to meet someone.]] She exclaimed before lunging for the door. From the door, she yelled, [b [#cc0066 "Hey, meet me at the coffee shop on campus at noon!"]]
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[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/i39phBc.png]] Greyson let out a hearty laugh. This girl was quite interesting, she reminded him of his best friend Greta. Speaking of Greta, he pulled out his cellphone and swiped through his messages. He had a notification from the pink haired girl.
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[font "Courier New" [b Gret:] Running late. Hate running. Dying. *^*][right 」]
Greyson smiled. This was so typical of her. Greyson had met Greta in prep school. Although he was two years older than her, the two became fast friends when they had been paired in the same mentor-ship program. Greyson had been chosen to be Greta's senior mentor and help her around school. Greta was always getting into trouble and was still her same scatterbrained self. He was actually kind of surprised they had stayed friends this long. They were completely different people and were always butting heads through the years. But now that he was a senior, he was thankful to have a constant friend through all of the years, even if she ate everything in the bakery.
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[font "Courier New" [b Grey:] Take your time, I can't meet right now anyway. Tommy will give you your usual. Let's do dinner?][right 」]
Pocketing his phone, he untied his apron and tossed it behind the counter. Extending a hand, Greyson offered to help the girl down.
[b [#3366cc "I don't usually brag, but I guess I am pretty good. I have had lots of practice."]] He said with a smile. He had been baking before he could walk. He had better be good or else he had wasted a lot of time.
Waving to the other barista known as Tommy, Greyson patted his jeans to make sure he had his wallet. Pulling a black sweater over his head, he gestured for the door. [b [#3366cc "Shall we go ... er, I don't seem to know your name. As you already know, I am Greyson."]]
Zale had opened his mouth to give Greta a proper greeting but that’s when the door had opened up again. This time it was the teacher that had arrived. [i [#31afa3 I guess I can always tell her my name after class. I should act so stand off-ish or awkward this semester. I just...She’s so bubbly. She just might actually annoy me.]] He thought knowing that it wasn’t a bad thing that she was bubbly. Since he wasn’t he always seemed to take people with more inviting personalities as annoying only because he wasn’t sure how to act around them.
As their teacher began to speak Zale listened closely. His hazel eyes didn’t stray from the teacher as he took in the first class assignment for the day. It was an easy assignment. Zale was just happy he was able to paint something of his own choosing. He hated to be told what to create since he couldn’t let his creativity run wild. [#31afa3 “Hmm.”] He taps his chin just trying to think about what or who is special to him. There were so many choices.
[i [#31afa3 Would it be weird to paint Vella? She is a good friend of mine. We basically grew up together. Hmm she is like a older sister. That just might be a bit weird. Everyone might think she’s my girlfriend or something]] Zale had so many thoughts going through his head as he tried to figure out what to paint. After about five minutes of thinking and setting up he finally decided on a person that quite dear to him. Even more so than his own mother.
The room was quiet which Zale didn’t mind. Everyone seemed to be so focused on what hey were doing. He wasn’t as stressed out about how his art might look like everyone else. Art was something that he found relaxing so he never made it a stressful thing. Whatever happens happens. Zale uses large strokes as he works on his background. He was t too worried about it since it wasn’t the main part of his painting. He got paint on the apron he had on. He never wanted to get pain on his clothes since it was hard for him to get out.
As their teacher began to make her tabs she stopped by Greta which caused Zale to pause for a moment to listen and look at the two. When he caught sight of Greta’s painting he instantly could tell that the two were related in some way. What he didn’t expect to hear was that Greta’s older brother has passed away two years ago. He could hear the hurt in her voice as she spoke. [i [#31afa3 She’s trying to sound strong...but you can tell she wants to cry. I wonder how he died. It’s none of my business. The wound is still fresh.]] He thought as he looked at Greta.
The bubbly personality had left for a few seconds. Zale wondered if there was anything he could say to get that bright smile back on her face. Nothing came to mind so he focused on his painting again. As their teacher made her way to him she gasped softly. “Mr. Hirome who is this cute little girl?” She asked. Zale smirks a bit as he looked at his painting. [Right [pic http://i64.tinypic.com/25oysmx.jpg]]
[#31afa3 “This is my little brat of sister, Emiko. She was adopted when she was just a year old. She was so shy and didn’t like to be around me when my parents brought her home. But after about a month I couldn’t get her to leave me alone. It’s really hard being away from her but she makes sure to call me every day...and hour...”] He mutters with a smile. [#31afa3 “She’s five years old now.”]
Zale loves his little sister so much, he couldn’t wait to visit home so he could see her. “Well isn’t that lovely. Cute little girl. Very nice job by the way.” His teacher said with a smile before walking off to view the work of others.
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Everything about Greyson made him interesting Vella. There was no denying that she thought he was a handsome guy but she knew he had more to him than just looks. Her bright blue eyes looked over the tall male. She took in his hair, his eyes, and his clothing which was casual yet dressy enough for the coffee shop. [i [#13d3fb He’s fit and has nice shoes.]] She thought noticing the dressy shoes he was wearing. It was clear that they weren’t your average everyday pair and that they did cost some money. She directed not to focus on that.
When she the name he had written on the cup it made her smile a bit. He was being playfully with her and she quite enjoyed it. [i [#13d3fb I made a good choice coming here.]] She thought just as Greyson sat down in front of her. This was something she wasn’t expecting. Vella blinks a few times and blushed a bit. He was actually going to talk to her. [#13d3fb “Oh culinary arts? That’s great. You must be an amazing cook or baker or both~“]] She teased and sips on her warm caramel macchiato. The delicious sweetness filled her mouth and she was more than happy with her drink. [i [#13d3fb Extra bonus points for him.]]
Even though Vella had explored the school on her own she knew she didn’t cover everything. She thought that have a tour guide was a good idea and she could possibly make Greyson a friend of hers. [#13d3fb “That would be really nice. I could use a tour of the school. It’s so big. I’m not really sure where to start.”]
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/qmwLyWd.png]] [center [Abel [size15 Greta was quite the oddball. She had gotten her outgoing personality and creativity from her mother. When someone gives her an inch, she takes a mile in leaps and bounds. Greta was taken aback by the kind smile her classmate gave her. She was used to the common greeting from most as a obligatory nicety but this stranger had the most inviting smile. Greta matched his grin with an even wider one. Tilting her head, she smiled her signature cheeky grin.
[b [#cc0066 "Hi, I'm Greta. It's really nice to meet you."]] She gushed. Her bubbly personality spilled from her mouth even in a common introduction.
Just as she was about to say something else, an elderly woman walked in. Her silver hair was in a long braid down that rested on her back almost touching her butt. She had a crooked nose that looked like a bird's beak and wiry framed glasses that took up half of her forehead. The woman's arms were covered in dried paint that matched her once black apron that was now littered with splotches of acrylic.
[b [#626262 "Hello class, I am professor Gouff. I will be teaching your intermediate painting class. For your first assignment, I want you to paint me something that you love more than anything. It can be a place, an object, a person, or even a feeling. There are no rules in this!"]] Squeaked the teacher. She was looking more and more like a bird each passing moment.
Greta stared at her easel for what felt like an eternity before squeezing a generous amount of paint onto her pallet. Grabbing a brush, she scooped up a glob and began her masterpiece. Humming mindlessly, the pink haired girl absentmindedly stuck her tongue out as she focused.
After about an hour, Professor Gouff slowly wandered around the class to admire the work her students had made. She would ask them about it and then move on to the next. Making her way around the circle, she stopped at Greta's and gazed upon the creation. [https://i.imgur.com/N1OvM4q.png [right [pic https://i.imgur.com/iYPGvSK.png]]] The professor was silent for a moment. Her expression was somber and she tucked her hands behind her back. Seconds passed before she finally spoke.
[b [#626262 "Miss Reynold, can you tell me who this is?"]] She inquired in a gentle tone.
Greta stared quietly at her piece. The creation before her was vibrant and saturated but held a melancholy just beneath the surface. A pastel haired boy stood contemplating oblivious to the admiring eye that had been soaking up his every move. Although she was smiling, there was a sadness in the girl's eyes as she spoke, [b [#cc0066 "This is Carter, my older brother. He passed away two years ago,"]] she paused as a lump formed in her throat. She batted her long lashes fighting back tears before letting out a tense chuckle. [b [#cc0066 "I don't ever want to forget what his smile looks like."]] As she finished speaking, all pain had left her face. Only adoration remained as she took another moment to admire her painting.
A single tear rolled down Professor Gouff's cheek. She nodded slowly as she spoke, [b [#626262 "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful."]]
Greta let out a humble chuckle before adjusting in her seat. She watched as the professor moved onto Zale.
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[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/LwBMDxL.png]] Greyson chucked at the girl's response. She definitely looked like the kind of girl that would drink a caramel macchiato. Oddly enough, Grayson has a freaky knack for guessing what kind of drink people would order. As a child, he really struggled recognizing people so his parents taught him to associate people with sweets. Just as he was about to turn away, he was surprised by her body language. She was smiling and leaning towards him rather playfully. This was actually amusing to the barista.
[b [#3366cc "I will get that right away for you miss."]] He he countered with a sly smile.
Grabbing a to-go cup, he uncapped a sharpie and scrawled in his surprisingly lovely handwriting,
[Mrs+Saint+Delafield [b [size24 "Miss Caramel Macchiato."]]]
Pumping a heaping amount of caramel syrup into the paper cup, he carefully poured over espresso and heavy cream and gingerly swirled the liquids together with a silver spoon. Adding whipped cream, a caramel drizzle, and brittle shavings to the top of the steaming coffee that was more dessert than beverage, he carefully capped it with a dome lid. Reaching into the display case, he picked the biggest brownie square he could find and wrapped it in a pretty purple paper before returning to his customer.
Placing the bag in front of her, he decided to take a seat across from her. The shop was quiet and he had the time to spare. Lacing his fingers together, he placed his hands on the counter top and crossed his legs. Greyson was dressed in a long sleeve cotton shirt that hugged his muscular chest in all of the write places. His sleeves were pushed up revealing tattoos that said something in French in a beautiful script. His go to outfit was a shirt with his favorite black jeans and an apron. Greyson dressed modest, the only indication that he was enormously wealthy was his taste in Italian leather shoes.
[b [#3366cc "Yes, I am a senior in the culinary arts. I have a pretty easy schedule and work here for intern credit. You're in luck today, I don't have class. Would you like a tour guide?"]] Greyson asked knowing the answer. He had a charm about him that was hard to resist, male or female.
[p So I have an idea that Greta's brother isn't actually dead, that is just what her mother told her when her brother decided to go live with their father who left. I am thinking they meet when he sees her painting of him at an art show to add some drama!]
Vella glanced at the male before her. He was tall and seemed quite happy even though it was early in the morning. [i [#13d3fb So bubbly at such an hour. He is working though. He had to be cheery.]] She thought as she looks at the male. [#13d3fb “Hello.”] She smiles softly. Her bright blue eyes stayed on his. [#13d3fb “Can I get a small caramel macchiato and a brownie square please?”] She asked. Vella placed her right elbow on the counter and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. The young girl was quite playfully at times. She smiles at him. [#13d3fb “And that will be all. Thank you...”] She paused and looked at his name tag. [#13d3fb “Greyson.”]
The young girl sits up straight in her seat. She then opens up her purse so that she could pay for her items. She pulled out some cash that she had and gives it to the male. [i [#13d3fb This place seems so relaxing.]] She thought as she looked around the coffee shop. People were definitely relaxing, most were reading or talking softly with friends. Vella definitely wanted to come here with her good friend Zale. When Greyson returned with her change she Thanks him again and takes the money. She watches him as he moves around behind the counter, working on her drink.
[#13d3fb “Do you attend the academy here Greyson? This is my first semester. I start classes tomorrow so I’m just exploring the place today.”]
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Zale had gotten comfortable in front of his easel. He had chosen a seat towards the back since he was quite tall and didn’t want to be in the way of those behind him. All he could think about was what the prompt might be today. He was hoping it would be some type of freestyle. He liked to create is own art instead of being told to make something specific. [i [#31afa3 Class should be starting. I wonder who my teacher is going to be.]] He thought. He knew most of the teachers for his major.
As the door open of the students in the class thought it was the teacher that was entering but when a young girl with pastel pink hair entered the room they just stared at her. Zale was also one that had glanced her way but it wasn’t for long. [i [#31afa3 Guess she will be sitting next to me. This class is packed. Must be poplar.]] He thought as the girl had sat down next to him. He noticed how or of breath she was. He assumed she had rushed over her. Luckily she wasn’t late. Zale glanced over at her one more time and when his hazel eyes met her eyes he nods his head and offers a small smile. He was really a social person but he tried his best not to come off so awkward.
[left [pic https://i.imgur.com/qmwLyWd.png]] [center [Abel [size15 Greta was really excited to start her fall semester at her favorite place in the world, the prestigious fine arts college she had worked so hard to get into. It was only her second year, but she had been lucky enough to be a student at the prep school in high school.
Standing in her usual apartment, Greta had just finished unpacking her boxes. Although she lived in this apartment all year round, this past summer she had earned to opportunity to travel to Amsterdam to train under some phenomenal artists. As much as she loved Amsterdam, she had missed her home and her plump tabby cat, Daryl. Glancing at the clock, it read [font "Courier New" [b 7:34 AM.]] She was going to be late for class. Patting her feline gently on the head, she skipped to the bathroom to change out of her pajamas.
Eyeing herself over in the mirror, Greta felt a little plain as she stared at her pale complexion. Her petal colored hair was a mess of waterfall curls that haloed her small face. Grimacing, she grabbed a hair tie and pulled her unruly locks into a messy bun. This would have to do. Squeezing into a pair of jeans, Greta was regretting her meal choices and deep fried Cod she devoured in the Netherlands. Pulling on a tee shirt and then a hoodie, she frowned at the paint stains that lettered the fabric covering her chest. Shrugging, she knew there was nothing more she could do. Grabbing her backpack and tool box, she headed off to class.
Normally Greta's apartment was walking distance from school, but today she felt much further from campus. She wasn't sure if she had gained some weight in her hips from her summer adventure or the fact that she was running late but by the time she had hustled down the hall to her classroom door she was [i wheezing.] Wiping the sweat from her brow, she was ready for death. Sliding the door open, she was greeted with an awkward silence and staring eyes. The professor hadn't made it yet so she wasn't [i technically late,] but everyone had already picked an easel and had their supplies out. Nervously tucking her stray strands of rosy hair behind her ear, Greta took a seat in the only open spot next to a tall boy with silver hair. He looked older and she didn't recognize him. Exhaling exasperatedly, Greta dropped her bag on the floor and rested her forehead on her easel.
[right [pic https://i.imgur.com/LwBMDxL.png]] Greyson had been up since 5:30 and was exhausted half way through his morning routine. Every morning before class, Greyson had to bake bread, decorate pastries, and brew coffee. Although he was only twenty-three, Greyson ran a bakery on campus known as [b Cocoa Connections.] His parents were spending the year working in France and left him the business to run. It was nice to have the experience and responsibility, but Greyson wanted more than anything to own his own business not just his parents. Having parents who were world renown pastry chefs left a huge shadow from him to walk in. Sighing, Greyson glanced at his watch.
The watch face read [font "Courier New" [b 7:08 AM.]] Carefully stacking the mugs on the counter, Greyson was startled from his daydream by the beep of the coffee maker. Padding over to the espresso machine, he pressed a few buttons and began to brew. The shop was relatively quiet besides several of his regular customers. Eugene, an elderly veteran who always sat in the high chair at the window, always ordered a black coffee and a scone. Jaycie liked to sit on the coach and read the paper and drink a chai latte with two pumps of gingerbread syrup. Greyson's parents taught him the importance of the customer and their needs. He did his best to make them proud but also wouldn't admit that he really loved the people he met.
A chime above the door caught his attention. In walked in a girl about his age, she had a cute face and hair a shade of lavender he had never seen before. Giving her a gentle smile, Greyson met her at the counter.
[b [#3366cc "Good Morning, how can I help you?"]] He greeted as cheerfully as he could this early in the day.
It was the start of a new semester. Vella has gotten accept into a prestigious academy for art and music. At the age of twenty-two she was finally able to make a better move towards her future career in music. At a young age she had been involved in music. Her parents both were involved in music. Her mother is a singer who can play the piano and acoustic guitar, her father is a composer and a music teacher. Bella was able to play many instruments but her heart belong to the violin, she enjoyed singing as well but her true skills come out when it’s just her and her violin
This was a new start for her. She had moved away from the city she had grew up in to come to this school. She has her own apartment and a job at a local music store. This was the first time she had ever been so far away from her parents. Yes she was nervous but she was also excited about what was to come.
After unpacking the last box of her items in her apartment she smiles softly. [#13d3fb “Finally. Now I can go explore the academy.”] She said to herself. She didn’t have any classes today, she starts her classes tomorrow so today she at least wanted to see where her classes were so she wouldn’t be so confused tomorrow. Vella threw on some jeans and cute top to match. She ruffled up her short sliver grey hair and added a little bit of make up. It didn’t take to long for her to feel like she looked good enough to leave her apartment.
Once she was ready she was in car and off to the academy. She only lived ten minutes away which was great to her. Once she arrived she followed the map on her cell phone and began to walk around. The academy was beautiful to her. Everything seemed so brand new. [i [#13d3fb This school is worth every penny. I have to work hard to be able to pay most of my tuition.]] She thought as she made her way through a few hallways.
After finding all of her classes she began to walk around outside. She saw a small sitting area by a fountain and noticed a coffee shop near by on campus. [#13d3fb “Oh perfect, I can get something to drink.”] Vella made her way to the cup coffee shop. Once inside she takes a seat at the front counter of the coffee shop. She could see a young man making drinks for costumers. He was tall with dark hair and Vella was curious if he was also a student here.
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This would be Zale’s second semester at the fine arts academy. He had gotten a full scholarship and he was making the most out of it. At the age of twenty-one he was on his way to complete his schooling at the best school in the region. Zale didn’t look like a ceramic major. He didn’t even look as if he was into any type of art but he had magic fingers. When he was alone with clay he was able to create anything that he wanted. He took pride in his work and he also found it very relaxing.
Zale found his talent later on in life. He was only seventeen when he randomly took a ceramic art class for an elective to graduate from high school. He didn’t expect to love it as much as he did and he didn’t expect to be so damn good at his.
Since it was his first day he took the time to get ready for class. He hated morning classes but he had to suffer and take what he was supposed to take. When he was ready he grabbed his carrier with all of his art gear in it and headed out of the door. Zale also had his own apartment nearby to his good friend Vella. He was happy that she finally got accept and he felt a bit more relaxed knowing he would have his best friend attending the same school. [i [#31afa3 I’m going to contact her later to see if she explored the school yet.]] He thought as he got into his own car and drives off to the academy.
It didn’t take long for Zale to find his class since had been to the academy quite a few times. He walks down a large hallway to his first class which was a simply painting course. He could always brush up on his painting skills.
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