"I give up!" I groaned, throwing my head back as I dropped the pen on the table. Every single phrase that I managed to jot down on the paper all faced the same fate – they were all crossed out.

Emma jumped a bit at my sudden outburst, causing the paintbrush on her hand to slide down on the canvass she was working on. She gasped before turning to me and I shot her an apologetic look.

Shrugging, she squeezed on some white paint onto her palette before she calmly fixed the sudden slipup I've caused.

"Take a break for now, Sienna," Uncle Levi chuckled before waving his keycard in front of me, "Come on, the delivery man's already in the lobby."

Glancing towards his daughter, she nodded before gesturing for me to follow him. With a sigh, I pushed myself up before I trailed after my uncle as he clicked the door open and held it for me.

"So any progress?" he questioned, pressing the down button when we reached the front of the elevator. My silence was enough of an answer for him so he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, "That's alright."

No, it wasn't. sure I shouldn't expect instant results, especially since classes haven't even started yet, but my frustration with myself was constantly growing.

We stepped inside the shaft and we slowly descended through the building, the digital screen showing the floors we passed. My foot tapped against the metal floor as I hummed a made-up tune, drumming my fingers at my side.

Uncle quickly peeked towards my direction before he laughed under his breath, shaking his head in amusement.

"What?" I questioned, stopping my movements.

"You really are like your mother," he chuckled, gesturing to my whole body, "You're restless when something doesn't go perfectly."

I was about to protest but the metal doors opened. He gave me a slight push and led me out, already spotting the delivery man with our food. Uncle waved his hand towards him, taking out his wallet from his back pocket and I followed behind.

The glass door of the building opened, causing me to quickly glance towards its direction out of habit. I went back to the task at hand and slowly, the face of the person that entered registered in my head. Doing a double take at the familiar figure, his name escaped my lips, "Adam?"

The man paused after I called him out and he looked around the lobby. His eyes finally settled on me and he blinked first before he finally recognized me as well, "Sienna!"

Even thought the only time I've seen him was during that flight, it was enough to commit his appearance into my memory. I could picture him with his tussled brunette hair and warm brown eyes right below those thick but groomed eyebrows. He wore an oversized gray jacket over his plain white shirt and a pair of jeans during the flight. A pair of headphones were wrapped around his neck yet he never used them during the whole travel, mostly because he was busy distracting me.

Just saying, if you write your life experiences, you start to remember the little things.

Now, he was in a light blue pullover and black gym shorts, his feet being protected by a pair of black and white Nike shoes, but nothing else has changed aside from his clothing. Heck, he even had a pair of headphones with him.

"I thought we were living on different sides of the country," I said, remembering his message last night, "Fancy meeting you here."

He chuckled, nodding his head, "Same here, I just moved in though."

I blinked towards him before looking around the posh lobby. When I meant posh, I really did mean don't-even-look-at-me-peasant posh – from the crystal chandelier to the fancy furniture strategically placed around. Like I said earlier, I knew that this place was expensive and I was well aware that my Uncle had the money to house his family here, but since Adam said that he moved in, then that meant...

"Your family came here with you?" I questioned, gaping up towards him.

He looked taken aback by the question but he shook his head, "No, they stayed at our home."

Then this guy was freaking loaded.

"How about you?" he asked, "You're staying here?"

"I'm just visiting my..." I told him just as I turned around to gesture towards Uncle Levi. When I did though, I found out that he was no longer standing there, "... uncle."

Adam scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion and I mentally cursed when I realized that he left me here. Releasing a sigh, I faced him again, "Never mind."

"Then how about some lunch?" he suggested, lifting up the plastic bag he brought inside, "I make a great lasagna."

Eyeing the freshly bought groceries, I frowned slightly when I remembered that my uncle had ordered lunch for all of us, "Sorry, I already have food waiting for me."

He slightly slumped his shoulders but he shrugged, "It's alright. How about I meet you on the roof garden after?"

I smiled before nodding at his offer, "I would like that."

We rode the elevator together and I was shocked when we ended up reaching for the same floor number. Turning to each other, we remained silent as the metal box lifted us through the floors, stopping right where we needed to be.

Okay, maybe that was just a good coincidence.

I half-expected him to head to the opposite hallway but when we both walked towards the right side, I held my tongue from saying anything for now.

With a few steps ahead, I stopped right in front of Uncle's brown wooden door, lifting a hand to press the bell. From the corner of my eye, I watched Adam take out his keycard and slot it in at the door handle that was right next to the one I was standing in front of.

We blinked at each other before I gaped in shock, "You and my uncle are neighbors?!"

Before he could respond, the door clicked open and out came Uncle Levi, "You're done already?"

He noticed my unresponsiveness and he peeked out his head to look at what I was staring at, a cheshire grin forming on his face. He left the door open as he rushed inside, coming right back out with a food container and thrusting it into my hands.

I barely had any time to process everything when he slammed the door in front of my face.

What the hell?!

Slowly facing Adam, it was obvious that he holding in his laughter and he finally swung his door open before gesturing at me, "So want to go in?"

Glancing towards the door, I released a sigh. I didn't really have much of a choice, did I?

Shrugging, I took a step forward but the door opened once again and out came Uncle Levi, quickly stacking my iPad and his sketchpad on top of my meal.

"Bring her back before six," he told Adam while he slowly retreated back into his apartment. I slowly turned back to him and it was obvious he was holding back his laughter.

"I sincerely apologize for what you just witnessed," I said in the most monotonous voice I could muster, a mixture of embarrassment and mocking annoyance in my voice.

He shrugged with a playful smile, "He seems nice."

"And eccentric," I murmured under my breath, following him into his apartment.

My eyes scanned around the room the second I got inside. It was identical to the one belonging to my relatives, albeit it was looked a little less lived-in. It was bare of furniture and appliances aside from the oven-stove and the fridge right by the kitchen side.

He deposited his bag on the kitchen counter, looking around the place, "Sorry, I haven't had the opportunity to start unpacking yet."

"Yeah," I muttered, carefully putting down my belongings on top of one of the boxes, "So about that lasagna?"

As if those words suddenly flipped a switch of enthusiasm, he started to dig through the several boxes poised near where he was standing in search for a baking pan and a pot. Looking through another box, he took out several utensils.

"I'm not much of a cook," he chuckled, setting the pot on top of the stove before he grabbed the store-bought sauce from his bag, "But this is one of the few things I can get right."

After he poured out all of the contents, I took the jar from him and lifted a brow, "Pre-prepared?"

"Forgive me this time," he pouted playfully, "When I've fully settled in, I'll cook you the real deal."

Setting it down on the counter, I laced my hands behind my back as I bent down to look at him, "And what makes you so sure I'm coming back?"

"I just have this feeling," he shrugged, continuing on with his work.

It was not wise to always go with your gut feeling. Although, most of my life-changing decisions resulted from me following my instincts, you still can never be sure.

But what he said did put a smile on my face.

Leaving him with his craft or whatever, I walked over to the sketchpad and flipped it open, stopping right where I left off.

From the corner of the page, there I wrote the last two chapters I've managed to jot down – Untitled and The Fallen Tree.

Looking over my shoulder, I watched as Adam assembled the lasagna onto the baking pan and I squinted my eyes a little towards him. The dark circles under his eyes were good proof of how late he stayed up and unlike me, he didn't have the convenience of having access to the gift of makeup to cover it up.

As if a lightbulb suddenly popped up over my head, I grabbed the pencil that was inserted in-between some of the pages and scribbled down another chapter title.

3:00 Chats.

Such a simplistic and corny title but it was a start.

Pulling out my phone, I went to my Messenger app and opened the conversation I had with Adam last night. Changing up a few words, I copied it down on the paper, using several arrows to point any additional information about each line.

I then drew a picture of a plate of lasagna at the corner just for a private joke before nodding in satisfaction.

"Done," Adam hummed as he took out the pan from the oven with a tea towel acting as his source of protection from the heat.

Jumping up a little, I stepped back to check my work and I was quite impressed that I managed to fill up half of the page – well, the whole page if you consider the mess of a plan that was on the other half.

"So where are we going to eat?" I questioned, turning to him just as he finished plating up two portions.

No chairs, no carpet, no tables, no anything in his apartment aside from a few boxes so what now?

"Roof garden?" he suggested, holding the two plates in his hands.

I wasn't really in the mood to eat where perhaps some bird might suddenly drop its crap onto my food.

"Got any throw pillows?" I asked out of a whim.

He had a curious expression but he nudged his head to point at one of the boxes, "Try that one."

Opening it, I pulled out two pillows before plopping it down on the middle of the open space. Gently emptying the rest of the contents of the box, I then laid it to the side before sliding it down towards the middle of the two pillows.

Placing my hands on my pocket, I smiled up at him, "Better than some fancy chairs and tables, am I right?"

When he was silent for a while, my lips slowly curved down.

Alright, he thinks I'm weird. Maybe I shouldn't have acted on impulse after all.

Then, out of the blue, he showed me a grin, his white teeth showing as he laughed, "You're amazing, Sienna Clark."

Ever so slowly, I sunk down until I made contact with the pillow. I was left gaping while he settled down the plates onto the box.

Well, that wasn't a reaction I was prepared for.

Alright, I was going to admit, he was kind of cute. At first, I was kind of embarrassed to be so proud of putting a damn box in the middle of two pillows but when he showed me that smile, it lifted up my mood. However, I couldn't stop think about the fact that I've just met him.

I was eating with a guy that I've met only once inside his apartment.

This was completely out of my comfort zone and if anybody asked me if I predicted anything like this happening just days after I reached England, I would have flat out said no.

Grabbing the fork, I scooped in some of the pasta into my mouth in an excuse to remain silent. I suddenly became bashful in his presence and when he noticed this, he reached out and tapped on the box right next to my plate in order to grab my attention, "Did you suddenly press the mute button in you?"

Glancing up to him, I shook my head as I wracked my brain for an excuse, "Just thinking that this is pretty good for something that was practically store-bought."

Alright, that was a pretty good reasoning.

"I told you that I'll make the real deal for you when I've got everything out," he reminded, somewhat a childish whine after, "So how's the writing?"

Okay, now we had a topic I could work with.

"I was off to a bad start but now I think that I'm going towards the right direction," I told him, remembering the new title I came up with.

"Is that so?" he replied, settling his elbow on the box, "And what made you say that?"

What made me say that? There was this boy right across from me that was making me experience all these new things. Give me some novelty, a few pieces of jokes, and an emotional rollercoaster and I would whip you up a wonderful story.

Using the same words he used on me earlier, I muttered, "I just have this feeling."

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I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to get this up yesterday but we were literally rushing through deadlines and I was dead tired when I got home last night. But hey, I'm doing my best just as Sienna is doing hers as well.

I promise Wednesday's updates will be on time!

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