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After you and Rowan finished running the mile in gym class; the two of you were sat down on the grass of the field, exchanging a conversation.

" I've always been so invested in art. I just don't know if it's something I want to pursue," Rowan spoke, her eyes looking at yours.

" I mean, you still have time to think about it. But, if you're already putting a lot of time into it, why don't you give it a try?," You asked her, smiling softly at the brunette. " Can you show me a few of your works?"

She nodded, taking her iPad from her backpack. " I would love to hear some constructive criticism from you, Y/n," She smiled back at you, as you looked down to her iPad.

" They're amazing," You praised her work. " If I was this talented, I wouldn't let it go to waste."

" Thank you, Y/n. I just...I'm really afraid. I don't think my art is that great."

" It is to me, Rowan. I love it," You let her know.
"Look, this weekend there's going to be an art festival downtown. A few famous artists are going to be there. Let's go, alright? Maybe that can inspire you to step out of that doubt you have towards your work," You looked at her, Rowan's eyebrow quirking.

" You wanna go to an art festival with me this weekend? That's so not you, Y/n!," she giggled.

" You're right. I rather spend my weekends at parties and drinking lots of alcohol. But, if it means that I'll be spending some time with you, then I really don't care where I go. "

" Are you flirting with me?"

" A little," You nodded, she hitting your shoulder playfully.

" You're unbelievable, Y/n!"

" You should draw me like one of your French girls, Rowan," You joked, and she giggled, rolling her eyes.

The bell of the school soon rang, and you stood up, helping the brunette stand up from the grass.