I was taking a stroll around town. L.A was truly my favorite place in the world. Everyone was so glamorous, there were a lot of shopping areas, beautiful apartments, nice cozy restaurants and café's.
I walked past my favorite coffeehouse and decided to go inside. Once I entered, the smell of different sweet coffees and teas, along with scones and desserts filled my nose.
"One caramel and vanilla latte, please." I said to the cashier.
"Here you go dear." The nice lady said after it was made. I payed and took my drink, and went to sit by myself by a table in the far corner.
I took my favorite book and began to read while I sipped on my hot drink.
I didn't realize someone sat across from me until I heard a deep, masculine voice say, "Hey."
I looked up, a little startled to see an extremely handsome boy with dreamy brown eyes and soft brown hair to match. He had bushy eyebrows, but on him they looked attractive.
"Hi," I said quietly.
"I'm Matt, Matt Dillon. You?"
"(y/f/n) (y/l/n)."
"Sorry I just sat here. I just couldn't help myself.
I wondered why this Greek god- or, random man, had sat and actually talked to me.
"That's really nice of you to say." I managed.
Someone in the front of the cafe yelled, "Matt, let's go, man."
"Listen, you're a beautiful girl, I'm just gonna say that. Here's my number, doll, please give me a call." He slid me a piece of paper that read:
"Matt D. ;)
867-5309"
I blushed as he scooted out his chair and smiled, then just like that, the door jingled and him and his friend were gone.
I'd definitely be phoning him later.--
A/N: Why do I think Shane Dawson and Filthy Frank are funny
