You shuffle towards the door of your favorite coffee shop, holding on tight to your jumper. You shiver as the last gust of wind blows inside before the door slams shut behind you. Sighing, you find your way to the cash register and ask the employee for a warm cup of ginger tea. Not only were you cold, but your tonsils were slightly swollen.
You grab your cup of tea, thank the employee, and head towards your favorite table; the one in the corner away from all human interaction.
You feel somebody slam into your right, and your tea spills all over the tile floor. You take a deep breath, trying to contain your anger. As you slowly turn towards the person who knocked your tea out of your hand, you hear a familiar voice.
"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" You look up to see the face of Phil Lester. Your jaw drops, and you stay frozen. The Phil Lester. The one you have watched and loved for years.
"I could buy you a new cup tea,"offers Phil. You notice your mouth is still open, and you quickly shut it. You feel your cheeks turning red.
Phil Lester. And you never recall him being this adorable.
"What flavor was it?" he asks. You find a way to force out the word "ginger", yet it comes out more like a mumble. Phil grins at you, and pulls out his wallet. He heads to the cashier and asks for a cup of tea.
You stay there, staring at Phil. You hear another splash of liquid on the floor and flinch. You look down and notice it was only an employee cleaning up the spilled tea. You step away, and head over to the bookshelf next to Phil.
He sees you walking and keeps his eyes on you, looking at your every detail. Your (Eye color) eyes. Your (Hair color) hair. Phil turns back to the cashier and picks up the tea. He sits at the table in the corner, and motions to the chair across from him. He slides over your tea to you, his blue eyes still examining you.
"Thank you," you blurt out. You take a sip of your tea, trying not to make eye contact with Phil's magnificent eyes. You couldn't help but look up. A smile was pressed on his face.
"I didn't know you could talk," he jokes. You smile back at him, and nudge his elbow.
"Nice one, Phil," you say through your small smirk. Phil raises an eyebrow, and asks for you name.
"(Your name)," you respond. He smiles once more. You can't help but smile.
"Well (Your name), I want to apologize about spilling your tea by taking you out on a date." You feel yourself freeze, and blurt out a sure. You look down to your tea, your cheeks turning a bright pink once more. You could hear him smile.
As he walks out, he points down to the table. You see a phone number scribbled down on a napkin, and you feel your head go light.
You don't recall Phil being this flirtatious or straight forward. Maybe he's only flirtatious to pretty girls.
Maybe he's only flirtatious to pretty girls.
Author's note: so sorry I haven't been on wattpad for the longest time, so as my apology , I'm writing this book that I think you guys will like!
