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In Which She Has A Plan
Ever since she started university, she became used to an abnormal sleeping schedule. With school, work, and having to exercise, waking up early or sleeping at six in the afternoon became normal. So when she woke up to see the time was 4:28 in the morning, she shrugged it off and got up.
She grabbed her notes and her textbooks and she headed to the café, being careful to not wake up her roommate. She stuffed everything into her bag and decided to jog to the café, hoping to get in some exercise.
When she arrived at the café, it was already five and the café was just about to open. She could smell the coffee that was being brewed and the fresh baked goods, the aroma of life, for a college student at least.
As soon as the door opened, she headed in and greeted the worker, one of her friends. The first thing she did was ask about her notebook, luckily for her, it was returned. She ordered a muffin and a cup of coffee, before grabbing a seat by the window. She opened her, now found, notebook and began to study her notes.
While she flipped through the pages of her messy handwriting she landed on the page of her doodle. Her now completed doodle. She looked at the Romeo that was drawn to her Juliet and laughed at his words: I'm right here Julie!
She wanted to thank the person who returned her notebook and she created a plan. She ripped out the pages that contained her notes and transferred the papers into another notebook, leaving only the page with the doodle. She decided to leave a thank you note.
So she wrote: hey thanks for returning my notebook to me. I'm guessing you're a student at Hawthorne U too, meaning its mid-terms time. What I'm getting at is I want to thank you, and I know it's not much, but ask the barista for a coffee from Liv. It's the least I can do for you returning my notebook.
She gave the notebook to her friend behind the counter, giving her specific instructions. Before she left she bought another cup of coffee.

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