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When Lucas returned to the studio, he found Juliette lying on the floor on her stomach, supporting her head with her elbows, drawing something. He put his keys on the table and moved nervously toward her. Juliette's heart was beating faster every time he took a step. She was scared of him after what happened during the morning. She didn't dare lift her head to look at him, she just kept drawing flowers on his white paper.

"You draw very well," Lucas gulped, "You must like flowers very much,"

Juliette pressed her lips and kept drawing with her trembling hand, without answering him.

Lucas sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

Juliette bit her bottom lip. It hurt to hear Lucas, a guy who hardly ever spoke, cold-hearted and rude apologizing like that, but she couldn't articulate a single word.

"I'm so sorry, Juliette,” Lucas put his hand on her back, but Juliette quickly sat down and accidentally looked at his eyes th