The guy was attempting to help me sew the rest of the lace around the mannequin's waist. "I can take it from here." He says, opening a way for me to leave. I slipped out and started to have a normal breathing pattern.

"Why'd he make me stop? Was I doing it wrong? Of course, I wasn't, I'm a professional when it comes to sewing." I thought to myself doubting myself as well.

"I'm surprised, never thought someone like you, could sew properly." Was this a compliment or?

"Thank you, I guess you could say I'm a professional when it comes to these things," I say proudly. "Is that so? Well, I'll be assigning the rest of this project to you." Was he serious?

I shouldn't have said anything about me knowing how to sew. "Sir— are you sure?" I asked, being in denial of his words.

"I'm sure, it's due next week." He spoke very clearly— "I'll have it delivered to your place by tonight." He informed me. "Sounds good!" I said cheerfully—but freaking out.

~~~~

"New furniture?" Max asked, leaning against a pillar, god why is being attractive again! "No... I'm just working on a project." I replied avoiding a conversation with him. "Hm... I see, what type of project?" He was curious. "I'm just —recreating a dress," I responded harshly, turning around and heading back to my place.

"Fuck, I messed up." He said underneath his breath. "Wait up!" He says, stopping me from closing my door. "Yes...?" I asked.
"I—uh, well you see... may I watch you work on your project?" He makes it look so stupid and adorable at the same time. "Fine...just don't touch anything," I said, grabbing onto him and pulling him into my apartment.

I glanced over to the mannequin it was already set up just like at the studio.

"You don't have any furniture... do you?" He asked while continuing to scan my place.
Now that I notice it, I didn't really have much except for the necessary items slash required items as well.

"No...I'm not the type of person to have that." I replied, giving off a cold touch. "I see, where do you work?" He's all of a sudden curious about my life. "Lacey's, up the street," I responded with a slight attitude. "Lacey's... that's a pretty popular place, do you shop there?" He asked, his eyes on me now. "No. I make own my clothes." This time I attempted to be kind, avoiding eye contact though.

"Good to know...ever think you could make me a piece of clothing?" He asked, my eyes glanced over at his. He has a soft smile plastered all over his face, why is he so charming!

I was about to burst out, but I grabbed onto the fabric of my skirt to calm me down.

"Yeah for sure," I said, trying to get a smile to grow on my face. "Great! I should get settled then." He says, getting comfortable on my couch next to me.

"Yes! I should too!" I said, jolting up and awkwardly walking towards my supply room. I had my own room filled with all fabrics and needles, with my designs as well.

~~~~

Surprisingly I was comfortable working around him, he examined me and the project carefully. But never gave off a creepy feeling.

"You look exhausted, I suggest you take a break for now." He says, walking up to me and stopping me. I let out a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah I guess—this isn't due until next week," I said, walking over to my counter to get a cup of water. "You're not bad, at this whole sewing thing. I'm impressed." He said with a grin growing on his face.

"Thank you, I guess I needed that. No one ever really been proud of me." I said, feeling numb again.

flashback

"Mirilla, make sure you backstitch to hold it all together." Mother reminded me in her soothing tone of voice.

"Got it!" I replied, doing as she says. "I'll be there in a second, I'm just preparing your robe!" She shouted,

Mother always made them, not once did she not recreate the robe. I liked the fabric she used, it was soft on me. And my mother put a waterproof spell on it, she was the best witch in my eyes. "You did a wonderful job, I'm proud of you!" She said cheerfully embracing me into a hug, I melted at her touch. She always made me feel at ease.  

end of flashback

"Hey...are you alright?" Max questioned me, I felt my eyes starting to tear up. "I'm fine," I responded quickly, turning my back towards him. I wiped the tear off my face and started to fix my breathing pattern. "You could talk to me, I know we barely know each other but..." Why's is he so damn charming, this is killing me. I couldn't take it anymore, my body faced his and jumped onto him. He almost fell back but he regained his strength and hugged me tightly.

A vision was kicking in again, this time it wasn't as bad as the last one.

Silver Falls the tea and coffee place burned down to ashes. This wasn't any type of fire though, it felt different.

I shook it off and jumped off of him. "Well...I should see you tomorrow, have a good night." Those were his last words before he left my apartment, I suddenly felt alone again. He was right, I was exhausted so I went straight to bed.

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I was serving myself my coffee, when I was reaching towards the creamer I slipped, hard.
My wand... was underneath the counter this entire time. I huffed with annoyance and also how could I be so stupid. I grabbed it and reattached it to my underneath my skirt. I always wear long sleeve shirts, since my dark mark was still there. My phone suddenly was starting ringing, god I hated that ringing tone.

Phone call

"Hello?"

"Good morning miss Archer, Mr. LaMontagne has requested a black coffee and that's all he wants from you today."

"Oh, okay. I'll be there in a few."

End of phone call

I should go back to that Silver Falls place, it just feels the place to be at. And it had black coffee so.