Shawn Mendes Imagines *UPDATES ARE SLOW*

Starbucks

Y/n Pov
I sit at the table outside Starbucks Coffee to start my long essay. A barista comes outside and takes my specific order. I blush as I tell her my order because I don't want her to go through the trouble of pleasing me. This happens to me a lot. I don't like people doing things for  me. When she leaves I open up my laptop. I see a red light blinking and I immediately think that this is the world telling me not to write this essay, but I have to, some how. I pull out my notebook and write. This essay is for my history class. I am supposed to write about my past and all that, I write furiously and before I know it I'm crying. I didn't even know what I said, but I have dried tears on my cheeks. Before another tear runs down my cheek, it is stopped by a warm hand. I look up, startled.
"What's a gorgeous girl like you crying for? Hmmm? You shouldn't be on your own." This man, or guy, I don't know which he is, had chiseled cheek bones and quite the jaw line. He had a five o'clock shadow which made him look like a mature 30 year old. His hair was chocolate brown, and feather-like as it blew in the wind. He had long brown  eye lashes, and veins running up his tan forearm. His eyes, looked like a deep brown abbys.
"Hello? Are uh.... are you okay?" He said
"Oh. What? Yeah, yeah."it was so hard not to get lost in his features, he was all I ever yearned to want, but could never get.
"You're so....beautiful." I heard him mumble.
"WHAT! HAHAHAHAHAHHHHH"
I honestly  could have died laughing at that very moment.
"Okay man, are you okay bro? I think you have the wrong girl." I said hysterically. How could he say I was gorgeous let alone beautiful? My hair was not in its usual bun, it was arrayed into somewhat of a frizzy state. I was wearing the baggiest sweats on earth, along with my slides and a Nike zip-top sweater. I had some makeup on, but even that was gone from my crying. "If you tell me one thing you find beautiful about me i'll give you 20 bucks."
"Why should you pay me when I could pay for you on a date?" Is this guy serious? Like really?
" I don't even know your name!" I said. Now I was getting flustered and frustrated. I spoke as my face turned tomato red. "You swoop in here and act like you know me, and wipe my tears, call me beautiful,  and sit at my table while I wait for my frappuciono?! What kind of game do you think this is? This is life hunny, a shit don't work like that in reality,  especially for me." He looked suprised, but his face suddenly morphed into a look of admiration. "Things should workout for you like that, and I'll see to it." He said. I honestly give up. This guy is relentless. 
"Give me your name and maybe we can work something out." I say.
"Shawn, Shawn Mendes. "
A look of suprise flashes across my face but it turns into a smile.
"Y/n Y/l/N"
"Let me take you out later y/n, I promise it'll be casual. " I think about it but I agree.
"Sure. Okay."
He leaves his phone number on my napkin and I quickly snatch it away. I wonder where my barista is but I see everyone inside the store is huddled up next to the window. Cheering for me. My barista runs out happily. "Are you really going out with THE Shawn Mendes?!"
"Yeah," I say, " I guess I am." And I didn't even finish my essay.