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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎

I felt the salty august air against my face as I walked down the sidewalk, rushing to get out of the cold. As someone who lives in NYC, I can agree the weather is hard to predict. It can be super sunny one day, then almost snowing the next. I glance across the street and see a familiar coffee shop. I carefully walk across and enter the cafe, the smell of coffee filling my nose.

The sounds of quiet chatter fill my ears along with people typing away at their computers. I get in line to order a coffee, just plain black coffee with creamer. Sometimes I get something nice or trendy, but I want to keep it simple today.

I order my coffee, giving the barista my name before I sit down at a table in the corner next to a window. I sit away from other people, trying to keep to myself. I open the book I had been reading earlier, Twilight. 

Although the movies may be cringy, I quite enjoy the books. I find them interesting, and of course I love the plot. I hear the barista call my name, setting my coffee on the counter. I grab my coffee, sitting back down and finding my previous page.

After about an hour, my coffee was empty and the book was getting boring. It didn't really matter though; I needed to leave anyways. I packed up my things in my tote and exited the cafe, leaving a tip before I left. I turned on my playlist, putting in my headphones as I walked. I pulled my hoodie around myself, walking in the bitter cold. The walk was only about ten minutes, which wasn't too bad. 

I was almost at my door when I bumped into someone. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention, completely my fault!" I pick up the strangers bag they had dropped, handing it to them with an apologetic smile. This was the first time I had looked at him. 

He had long, dark brown curly hair that flowed perfectly to his shoulders, with light skin and coffee brown eyes. He looked about 5"10, skinny but also muscular. "You good?" I snap back into reality as he says this, realizing I had been staring at him. How embarrassing. "S-sorry-" I say, looking at my feet. "Anyways, I was saying that you're all good, no need to worry" 

He picks up my phone, handing it to me with the screen turned on. "Ah, do you like that song?" he asks, pointing at my phone. "Yeah, it's so good. He's literally so talented. Plus, the lyrics and music are immaculate" I reply. That's when it hits me. I look at the album cover, then back at the stranger. "Haha, thank you!" he says.

"Oh my God...you're Conan Gray!"