1-Who are you?

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I woke up and did my usual routine, brushed my golden hair, rubbed my blue eyes , brushed my teeth and through on some clothes. I wore white jeans, a blue crop top and a black jacket. I walked out of my apartment and down the street. I walked into my local coffee shop and ordered the usual, black coffee. I payed and grabbed my coffee and walked out. I only walked a few steps before someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I felt my back snack against someone's chest.
"What the hell?!" I turned around to see the hottest human being ever. He had short dark hair, dyed at the front, hazel eyes, white teeth and a solid body.
"Sorry but you were going to get knocked over." He smirked at me, pointing behind me. I managed to look away from him to see a cyclist giving me glares. I stuck up my hand in apology and turned around.
"Oh well... thanks I guess." I said. Trying not to stare at him.
"Your welcome. So about repaying me for saving your life...." he started but I cut him off,
"Woah slow down! You barely saved my life, it was a cyclist!" I said laughing.
"It was critical! I was wondering maybe I could get your number?" I looked at him but he seemed nervous, he was being serious!
"I mean.. I guess.." I tried to act cool but it was failing miserably.
He smiled that dazzling smile and handed me his phone. I put my number in it and handed it back to him. I smiled before turning my back on him and walking away.
"Hey I never got your name?" I heard him shout behind me. I turned around and looked at him before replying,
"I'm y/n. And you are?"
"Cute name. I'm Ethan. Ethan Dolan."

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