'Till I Waltz Again With You {AmeCan}

Chapter 1

Monday, the day most consider the worst of the week. Matthew Williams was part of that group. The first day of the week he needed to go to work at his part time job. He couldn't complain too much, he did make a little bit above minimum wage, and it wasn't exactly a hard job. He simply had to work as a cashier at a nearby shop. The only issue was, he was quite a shy kid.
As a child, his father had often been away for business, and had no time to help Matthew break out of his shell. Time passed and it had been time for him to leave for college, something he had been dreading. He would most likely need to socialize with people he met, and he knew he'd need to get a job if he wanted to eat. But on top of being shy, he was a bit weak, so a job based on labor wasn't for him. Alas, his only choice was to be a cashier.
Throughout his interactions with customers, he was often asked to speak up, or to repeat what he said. It was especially bad when he has to deal with the grouchy customers. He was often victim to rude comments due to his timid demeanor. But, it was a job, and it was a necessity.
And so, he reluctantly got out of his bed, glancing over to the other bed in the room, where his roommate Gilbert was fast asleep, sprawled across the bed. Despite Matthew being aware he was asleep, he still felt the need to privacy, and left to go change clothes in a bathroom stall. He had no classes that day until around 3 pm, and his shift for work ended about half an hour before that, and so he needed to bring a change of clothes to wear for class, which he shoved into a bag.
After finishing the process of changing, he went back to his dorm room, tossing the clothes he slept in onto his bed. He made a mental note to take care of it later, and left the room once again. Matthew checked his phone, glancing at the time and a typing a quick response to the only message he recieved. It was the same as he'd done yesterday, the day before, and so on. The normal, monotone morning routine, which continued as Matthew went to his workplace, headphones on his head and unruly hair bouncing as he placed one foot in front of the other.

~A few hours later~

"Have a nice rest of the day, ma'am."
"Yes yes, you too," was the response, as the woman left the shop, door shutting quietly behind her.
And barely a moment after she left, Matthew heard the familiar ringing of the bell yet again, signifying someone had entered the small book store. As he moved his gaze toward the door, the radio that had been softly playing music throughout the store began playing a recognizable tune for Matthew. "'Till I Waltz Again With You', the song he had always heard as a child whenever his mother and father were home at the same time, a rare occurrence. It had been their song, and became a favorite of his. Matthew hummed along quietly as the song played, and focused his attention on the new customer who had entered. It was a boy, appearing to be about Matthew's age. His hair was a dirty blonde, with a piece sticking up in the front, seemingly immune to the forces of gravity. For some reason, Matthew's gaze seemed fixated on the customer, looking at his every feature. He wore a leather bomber jacket, strange yes, but somehow it seemed to work on him. There was a confident aura surrounding him, quite opposite to Matthew. As the male went around the place, Matthew finally got a good view of his face. Shockingly, he bore a slight resemblance to Matthew himself. He had the same glasses, the same face shape, and all around nearly identical features. Yet, Matthew felt his gaze wander to the boy's eyes. Similar to his own, but a striking blue color contrary to his soft violet. They seemed to draw him in, but he didn't know why.
He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts as the subject of his thoughts walked over to him, with only a comic book in hand. Matthew watched as he placed it down on the counter, reaching into his pocket for money. And if Matthew's ears weren't playing tricks on him, he could almost hear the other humming along to the music just as Matthew himself had been. This only made him even more interesting to Matthew, he never knew anyone else his age who had heard the song.
"Uhm..." At this point, he was almost at a loss for words, simply staring at the other across the counter. "What's your name?", he finally blurted out. It was an impulse, Matthew just needed to know, but he regretted it just as he said it. He was a cashier, the only things he needed to say were what the customer needed to pay, and something along the lines of 'Have a nice rest of the day'. And he was one who only wanted to say the minimum needed, yet here he was, trying to talk to this stranger.
"Huh? Oh, Alfred! Alfred F. Jones." 'Alfred' responded with a grin, not questioning why he had been asked that in the first place.
Matthew wasn't prepared for this, and regretted what he said even more. "Oh.. I'm, uhm, Matthew. Matthew Williams. That'll be $3.20, please."
And so, Alfred pulled out a slightly crumpled 5 dollar bill from his pocket, handing it to the other. Matthew quickly gave Alfred his change and receipt, wanting the encounter to end, yet wanting to say something more at the same time.
But alas, he only said those parting words, "Have a nice day...", and gave a small smile.
"Yeah, you too. Also, this is probably gonna sound weird to mention but. Ya kind of remind me of myself. Just in appearance, ya know? Anyways, this is when I take my leave. 'Till I waltz again with you, Matthew." Alfred gave a wave and a wide smile accompanied by a wink, before leaving the shop. Matthew's eyes widened just slightly, and he wondered if Alfred had heard him humming the tune as well.
But despite if he had or hadn't, Matthew was still simply left there, the image of the other seared into his memory. He didn't know why, but he almost felt fascinated with him, despite their seemingly opposing personalities. He wanted to see him again, to talk to him, maybe even befriend him. But it was too late, he was just another person who intruded on Matthew's life for a short time, only to be gone from it and never seen again. Just another person he'd forget about by the end of the day. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about seeing him again at that moment, but he knew that feeling would fade soon enough. That strange blonde boy would just be a lost chance for Matthew.
And so, he ignored that nagging part of his mind that wanted to keep the thought of Alfred in his head, and focused on getting the wretched day of Monday over with.
As he brushed a strand of hair behind his ear, the final notes of the song played and faded out, leaving silence in it's place.

I apologize for the semi-short chapter, I am trying to make my chapters around 2,000 words if possible. And thus, here is a new fanfiction I am writing, and have high hopes for. Here's to hoping I'll get positive feedback!