#Imagine You meet Connor at Starbucks where he gives you his number.
Starbucks.
The place that most BYE fans will go to meet their favorite band when they are in their city. The place where small, medium, and large size coffees don't exist. The place where you had been waiting at for hours for Before You Exit to show up. They had to show up sometime. This is them we're talking about. They have enough trouble going a day without it.
Maybe they already came here early this morning, you think to yourself. You take one last look out the window and sigh. They must have done an early run. You stand up, throw your empty cup in the trash, and head for the door. Just as you were walking past the line, you hear a familiar voice that made me stop dead in my tracks.
"Can I grande Peppermint Mocha please?"
"Sure, and your name?"
"Connor."
You spin around on your heel and there he is. Connor McDonough. Sure the rest of the guys weren't there, but at least he was.
You watch as the barista made his drink before he takes it and goes to sit down at a table. You stand off to the side for a few minutes, then walk over.
"C-Connor?" You ask shyly.
He looks up and smiles. "Hello."
"Hi." This wasn't easy. "Can I get an autograph?" You hold out the 'I Like That EP' you had bought a few weeks ago.
"Sure!" He takes it, pulls a permanent marker out of his pocket, and signs his name.
"Thank you," you smile as he hands it back.
"Did you want to sit and talk for a bit?" He asks.
"Uhh...sure," you say and sit down across from him.
You talk for a bit about yourselves, they're tour, etc.
"I've gotta go," you sighed after you both finished your little conversation.
"Yeah, I should probably go too," He says checking the time. "Riley and Toby are probably wondering where they're drinks are."
"Probably," you chuckle.
"Hey, can I see your phone for a second?" He holds his hand out. You pass it to him and he takes it. He starts typing something before taking a picture of himself, then one of you together. A few more seconds later, he gives it back. "So I'll see you at the show tomorrow night?"
"Yep, I'll be there," you smile. He gives you a quick hug before going back to the line up for his brothers' drinks. You turn and walk out the door. On your way to your car, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You take it out and see a new text. It's from Connor.
*Connor: Now I have your number :)
