Note before reading: If the scenes feel rushed, that means that the book still needs to be revised after completion. As I said, feedbacks are highly appreciated if there are mistakes or anything that you want to let the author know. Lovelots! 💕

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Paying the taxi driver, I finally got out of the vehicle and looked at the huge building right in front of me. The court-like exterior of the building and the old beige pillars that support it were the first things that I noticed. 

After that, there were a lot of people walking towards the entrance. Taking my polaroid camera, I didn't hesitate to take a shot. As soon as print had gotten out, I made sure to keep it so the air won't be able to ruin the quality.

The Brooklyn Museum. There were a lot of people who had booked their tickets online though I decided to just take mine on the spot. I'm sure there were still slots so I hurriedly walked to get a ticket before they got no more stock.

A man with a guitar case was in front of me, buying his own ticket while I smiled at the woman who was giving the tickets. "A ticket for one, please."

"Sorry, first come, first serve, miss. We have limited tickets so unfortunately, we ran out." The colors on my face drained and the guy suddenly turned around to look at us. He eyed me for a few minutes before taking a glance at his ticket.

"Miss, you can take mine," he said as I immediately turned my attention to him. This time, I could only see his eyes since he was wearing a mask. I only stood there, dazed, as he tried handing me his. No, it's not fair.

"Oh no, it's alright! Please, I don't want to ruin your visit—" he then interrupted me by shaking his head and pushing his cap down more so people won't be able to see his features.

"No, it's okay, miss. There are too many people anyway," he shortly answered before taking my hands and putting the ticket on my palm. "Please do enjoy your trip inside."

He then walked back outside, making me widen my eyes as I tried to chase him. "Wait! How should I repay you?"

Though, he didn't answer and vanished right away in the swarm of people. Knowing New York, it wouldn't be possible to see him easily in one spot. It was a busy street so I was a bit disappointed in myself even bringing the ticket up.

Looking at the ticket in my palm, I could only sigh before nodding at the woman — finally going inside of the museum. I was thinking of how I could repay the guy somehow. I mean, he did pay for his ticket, and yet he left just to give me his with nothing in exchange.

Holding my polaroid close, I thought of trying to remember anything important that I may have missed. No, I only saw his eyes and he doesn't have any ID on him to at least know his name. A sigh only left my lips as I looked around. New York was too big to search for him. Still, I'd try to go back in here, in case he goes back.

"Cia!" A woman's voice called out my name from my left so I turned towards the direction ---- only to be surprised with a bear hug all of a sudden. Her grip was too tight, we almost lost our balance. But when I saw who it was, I playfully punched her shoulder.

"Kiara, what the hell? I thought you were visiting your grandma's?" I asked her as she grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"I am!" Once she said this, I actually gave her a confused glance. It took me a few seconds to understand her joke. And once I did, I swear, I almost threw my bag at her in a kidding manner. I didn't expect her to actually say that.

She only laughed before focusing her eyes on my polaroid camera. "You're still working on that novel?"

Nodding, I decided to take a stroll and inspecting the art that was in the museum. Kiara only followed beside me, smiling as she decided to open my bag and take out my journal. I let her since I was already used to her being the one to judge for the manuscript.

"Hey," she then started to share, "Do you know Eli Prince?"

"Overheard an interview of his. Why?" She then squealed right next to me, making those people in the museum turn their attention towards us. I just tried to pull her away and hide my face as we try to get out of the spotlight.

After she fangirled, she gave me her phone — showing me her music playlist. "So lucky, he's a great singer. I'm just sad I missed his interview."

"What did he say? Did he say he was going to create new music? Ah, I feel like—" I interrupted her without glancing at her — too much mesmerized at the painting of Claude Monet. Though, I was more focused on Van Gogh's and Picasso's pieces. 

"He said he'd take a bit of rest before he releases a song." After I said that, she almost dropped her phone and even put it back in her pocket. "He didn't say a release date."

I expected her to be sad but then she fangirled. I just watched in pure shock as she then jumped a lot next to me.

"That means he's really here in New York, taking a vacation! Ah, I must meet him. But even if I did, New York's too big," she answered as I only gave her a weird glance. She didn't come here to greet me but she came here for that singer? I only took a deep breath before almost having a heart attack once I heard my phone ringing.

She then took a bit of a pause before looking at me confusingly. Her eyes were cast on my bag, trying to guess who it was this time.  "Who's calling you at this time? Oh, is it your mom? Tell her I said hi."

Taking the phone out, I only put my head on my forehead and massaged it. "No, sadly, it's my publisher. It's been the third time this week. I'll just take this call, alright?"

Making sure to keep my distance, I decided to answer. "Hello?"