You walk into your favourite coffee shop with your earphones in, quietly playing your favourite song. You’ve had a really good day today, your uni classes went well and you bumped into an old friend and arranged to properly meet up soon. You’re thinking your day can’t get any better, when you order your coffee and turn to find a table.
Standing behind you is a tall boy with straight, brown hair and intense brown eyes, smiling at you.
"Hello," he says, “I’m Dan."
"Hi, Dan. I’m (y/n)." you tell him.
He turns to order and you slip away to your usual, favourite table in the corner of the room. You pull your favourite book out of your bag and continue re-reading it. You’ve read two pages when someone slumps into the chair opposite you.
"Mind if I sit here?" Dan asks with a grin. You notice he has ordered the same coffee as you.
"Well you already are, so yeah, why not?" You grin back.
"So, (y/n), I can sense that you are intrigued by me." he smirks cheekily.
"What?!" you exclaim.
dan just smirks at you.
"What?" you repeat.
"Oh, don’t worry. The feeling’s mutual." He winks.
You just look at him, taking him in properly. His flawless hair, the sparkles in his eyes, and his dimples. He looks strangely familiar… and then you realise.
"Hang on! You’re danisnotonfire!" you say.
"Huh… yeah. You a fan then?" he asks awkwardly.
"Well, kinda. I used to watch your videos a LOT, like two years ago. They made me laugh so much! If you go back two years into my tumblr, you’ll find about a million gifs of you and Phil. Watching you guys on YouTube was my whole life." you blush.
He laughs then, and his dimples show again.
"Want an autograph?" he teases sarcastically.
"Nah you’re alright." you smile.
Two hours later, you’re still laughing and joking with Dan, and you know each other really well. Youhave so much in common, and conversation flows easily. You have the same sense of humour. You check the time on your phone, and realise you’d better go home now.
"Dan, I’ve had a great time talking to you, but I really need to go home now." you tell him.
"Yeah, of course. I’ve enjoyed this. D’you think I could see you again?" he asks.
"Yeah! That’d be great." you say, and you mean it.
You write your phone number on a napkin and hand it to him.
"Call or text me sometime to arrange something."
He pockets the napkin and you head out of the door together.
"Bye, Dan."
"See ya, (y/n)."
He kisses you on the cheek and smiles at you before turning away and heading back to his flat. You watch him go, and he looks over his shoulder and waves.
"I’ll call you!" he half-shouts. “Also, that coat makes you look super cute!"
It was a good job it was getting dark, because you blushed as red as a tomato.
