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Retreating outside the said club, she almost exhaled like her life depended on it. She was about to walk home when her phone started ringing in her purse. Picking it up, she pressed the phone to her ears, walking down the street to hail a cab home. "Hey. Where are you? And.. why do I hear music?" The male from the other line commented and Cleo just heaved a sigh. "Just went out a club. I'm never returning to that place. Ever." 

Whistling to the music that played in her head, not from her earphones - no, she tapped the tip of the pencil various times on the paper before finally getting to start sketching the buildings, pretending she was Tom from 500 Days of Summer, when in reality, she was merely a stressed college student with work due in a month (not to mention the fact that she have not planned on touching those assignments at all). Heaving a sigh, she laid back on the backrest, only to click her tongue in annoyance, being snapped out of her trance when her pencil case knocked over. Turning her head to look at the stranger, she merely arched a brow before scratching the tip of her nose. "The seat's taken! And you knocked my pencil case over--"