( a/n ) heyyyyy. small note before the story starts
since this is fiction, this story and basically all of my other stories will include made up information (such as ages, locations, professions, etc.) and real people acting out of character. hope that's okay.
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Plot: Story takes place in your perspective; you just moved into an apartment in New York, and meet Ian on your way to work.
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I woke up to the sound of my blaring alarm on my bedside table. Groaning, I turned over and slapped at it a few times until I finally found the button to turn it off. Pulling the blankets over my head, I nestled back into my pillows. That's when my eyes bolted open.
Fuck, I thought, I'm gonna be late again.
Scrambling to get ready, I throw on some clothing and head out the door. I wrap my arms around myself while I briskly walk out the doors of the apartment complex, wishing I'd remembered to bring my jacket.
"Hi!" says an unfamiliar voice.
I stop, spinning on my heel to look at who just greeted me. There was a thin, tall man standing there with a small smirk on his face. His almost-brown hair fell in soft curls across his forehead, grey eyes shaded by black glasses he pushed up with his knuckle.
"Hello..." I mumble in response.
"I'm Ian. Did you just move here? What's your name? Where are you from?"
Well, someone's talkative. I thought.
"(y/n). I just moved in last week. I'm from Mississippi."
"(y/n)..." he repeated, "Well, nice to meet you!" He stuck out his hand for me to shake. I didn't take it.
"Look, I'm gonna be late for work...I'll see you around." I hurriedly said, walking away.
"Oh, okay! Bye, (y/n)!"
"Yeah, uh, bye." I mumbled, but I didn't think he heard me.
I cursed myself for being so awkward, breaking into a jog.
What an odd dude...
