It's pouring rain, soaking me in the process. I'm walking to my job at the coffee shop down the block. I hate living in NYC. Not only does it smell horrible, but sometimes it just rains out of nowhere. I make it to the door and open it, almost running in. "Y/n!" I hear my coworker call my name. "You are soaked" he says. "Really? Couldn't tell" I respond. I hear him laugh, then go back to get my apron. I put it on, along with the matching hat. After a moment of drying off, I get to work.
My job is to work the register, and also bring out the coffee. The day has been pretty slow, a few people here and there. I hear the door chime and look to see who's here. A man with long, dark, curly hair walks in. He's about 5"9, and looks gorgeous. I can't tell...maybe Japanese? "Hi!" I say in a bright tone. "Uh...Hi-" He responds. His voice sounds amazing, but I can tell it's shaking. "It's okay, you don't need to be so anxious" I blurt out of nowhere. What is wrong with me?
"Oh, uh...thank you" His voice sounds calmer now, and he gives me a warm smile. He orders his drink, then sits down at a booth close to the counter. After a few minutes, I hear my coworker call his drink. I grab it and start walking towards his table. "For-" I pause reading the name. "Conner?"
"Thank you" He says taking his coffee. "My names not Conner though" Did I mess up? "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed. "Did I spell it wrong or read it wrong?" I can't believe I spelled his name wrong. I never do that, I was just...nervous? "No, neither-" He says almost laughing at my reaction. "I use Conner because it's easier to spell." "Oh" I reply.
"I'm Conan" he says, reaching out his hand. "Y/n! Shifts over!" I hear my coworker say. "I'm y/n" I say, shaking his hand. I stand there awkwardly for a second, waiting for him to say something else. "Since your shifts over...would you want to sit here for a bit?" He looks at me, and see his cheeks turn slightly pink. "Sure!" I sit down across from him, taking my hat and apron off. "How old are you?" I ask. "If its okay that I'm asking-"
"Perfectly fine, I'm 25. How old are you?" He says, his warm smile coming back again. "23" I say. He takes a sip of his coffee, looking down at it. He looks back up at me and asks, "So...are you doing anything for New Years?" I look down, not knowing how to answer. I'm sure he doesn't want my life story over here but whatever.
"I was supposed to hang out with my friend, but she changed her mind and invited someone else. She doesn't want to hang out anymore so y'know. My parents live in Georgia, not that I would want to see them anyway. And I don't have anyone else in my life to hang out with"
He stares at me for a moment, as if he's writing down my words. "Dang, but me neither" he says. "Would you want to come over to my apartment? If you're comfortable of course" This man was a complete stranger to me. He could be a murderer, or a predator for all I know, maybe even worse. But do I care? Absolutely not. "Sure, I'd love to" I say, giving him a smile.
"Here let me give you my number" He reaches for my phone and as I give it to him, our hands touch. I feel a jolt of excitement shoot through my body. He looks down to hide his face as blush creeps into it. He was so cute. "There-" he says, handing my phone back to me. "I should probably go-" I say, getting up to leave. "Okay, hope to see you soon" he says.
