POV: Reagan
I sit at Starbucks, sipping my caramel frappe. I recently moved to Brooklyn a few months ago. I lived in Seattle before, but I needed a change, so I moved here. The one thing that reminded me of home was Starbucks, because I went there all the time. I stare at my drink, realizing they spelt my name wrong. "Ragon". I sigh. Starbucks never spells my name right.
POV: Joji
I walk into Starbucks. I order a white chocolate mocha. When I'm done ordering my drink, I sit in the only empty seat left, next to a girl who looks around my age. As she is looking at her phone, I look at her appearance. I could tell she had a great taste in music, because she had a Red Hot Chilli Peppers T-shirt on, with white converse and light blue skinny jeans. She had long red hair, blue eyes, and glasses. She was cute, to be honest.
"White chocolate mocha for George" I hear. I walk up and grab my drink.
POV: Reagan
I look up at the guy who's getting his drink. I examine his face and outfit. Black jeans, grey hoodie, black hair, brown eyes. He's cute, and aesthetically pleasing. He turns around to sit in his spot and we make eye contact. Shit.
He laughs softly "sup".
Oh god. What do I say?
"Hey" I reply.
"Joji" he says and extends his arm for a handshake.
"Reagan" I reply and shake his hand.
"Do you wanna...hang sometime?" Joji says.
"Sure" I reply. He hands me his phone and I put my number in his contacts.
This is the start of something. I can feel it
