Solangelo One Shots

A Happy Accident

Nico's POV

In retrospect, maybe it wasn't the best idea to be walking while texting on the busy streets of the city, my head bent low, not paying any attention to my surroundings. If I hadn't been staring down I probably wouldn't have bumped into him, although bumping into him might have been one of the best things that ever happened to me.

It was too late to stop my path when I finally looked up from my phone, our eyes meeting for less than a millisecond before we collided, the stranger falling back into a puddle, using his hand to stop his head from hitting the ground. Filthy rainwater from the previous night splashed up onto his expensive looking jacket, his bag flying out of his hands and onto the sidewalk. After my initial shock I bent over and helped him up, my heart pounding. Here I was staring at a gorgeous man about my age, his blonde hair tousled and his blue eyes shining. He was tall and muscular, well defined in every aspect, and it was my fault there was disgusting water splashed across every inch of his coat.

"I'm so sorry!" I gushed, my hands flying up to my head in distress. "I should have been looking where I was going and I wasn't and this is all my fault!" The man chuckled, showing off a gleam of a perfect white smile as he slid off his ruined coat. It was hard not to stare as his biceps rippled underneath the tight fabric of his shirt. "I can pay for the dry cleaning, if you want," I said in a meek attempt to make up for my mistake.

"It's fine," he assured me as he folded the jacket over his arm. He leaned over and grabbed his bag, and I caught a glimpse of color on the strap before he tossed it over his shoulder. "Don't worry about the dry cleaning."

"At least let me buy you a coffee," I pleaded. "I feel terrible about this, and there's an amazing place just a minute's walk away." I waited in anticipation for his answer, although it took him less than a second to respond.

"That sounds good. Besides, who would I be to say no to a free coffee?"

In the time it took to walk to the coffee shop we began talking, and it seemed as if the flow of conversation would never stop. Will, as he said his name was, was twenty five like me, was going to be a pediatrician at the local hospital once his training was finished. If being a doctor wasn't hot enough, he saved little kids. He vaguely reminded me of an angel, with his blonde hair and blue eyes. He seemed interested when I told him about my job as a librarian, although I knew that my average day was nowhere near as interesting or heroic as his was.

"What's good here?" he wondered, considering the neatly written menu on a chalkboard.

"They have amazing apple cinnamon around this time of year," I responded. "They use fresh apples." (a/n: can you tell I don't know how to make apple cinnamon coffee?)

"I guess I'll have to trust your judgement," Will said.

"Two apple cinnamon coffees, please," I said when the barista came over to us, her bright blue hair knotted up on top of her head, her dark lipstick popping on her caramel colored skin.

"Good choice," she said, blowing a soft pink bubble and sucking it back in. She took a pencil out of her bun, scribbling something on a notepad before sliding it back into her hair. It poked out at a strange angle, but she looked good with it.

I lead Will over to my personal favorite place in the restaurant, a soft couch near the back of the room where the sun streaming in from a perfectly placed window hit your head at just the right angle, warming you just right. As Will sat down on the couch, which I had long ago dubbed "soft monster" he gave a laugh as he sank in three inches deep. "Do you like it?" I asked.

"I think it's impossible not to." He brought his bag up to his lap and I caught another glimpse of the color on the strap, but this time I could properly see it. It was a rainbow flag pinned on with a safety pin, giving the bag an extra pop of color.

"I like your pin!" I blurted out, my mouth taking over for my brain. Will glanced down nonchalantly, fiddling with the pin with his pointer finger.

"Thanks," he said. "It helps me pick up guys. It kind of says "I'm gay" without me actually having to say "I'm gay." My heart leaped into my throat. He was better than my last crush who, although he was good looking and funny, was also devastatingly straight.

"I completely get it," I said.

"You're gay, too?" I nodded fervently and Will regarded me with a new zeal. He opened his mouth a tiny bit, looking as if he was about to say something but his thought were interrupted by the waitress coming over with two steaming drinks.

"Here you go," she said cheerfully. She set them down and began to walk away but almost as an afterthought she tossed me a wink over her shoulder, unseen by Will, who was preoccupied by his drink.

"Why is your face red?" he asked once he looked up.

"Must be the heat of the drink," I responded quickly. After a few more sips of his drink Will's phone beeped and he glanced down, his face falling at what was written on the brightly lit screen.

"I have to go," he sighed. "There's an emergency surgery, and they want me to observe. I'm so sorry, I don't want to go, but if I do this I could be a real employee." He got one step before he spun around, pulling a sharpie out of his pocket. "Give me your hand."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it!" he said urgently, glancing at the door. I thrust my hand at him and he scribbled seven digits on my palm.

"Call me," he begged. "I want to see you again, please."

"Of course!" I grinned, my smile taking up my entire face. He grabbed his coffee, jogging out the door, the bell jingling behind him. The same waitress who had winked at me passed by me, giving me yet another cryptic wink.

"There you go. That's how you get a guy." Bemused I leaned back in soft monster, taking a sip of my coffee. The apple cinnamon had always been one of my favorites but now it had a new taste to it, the pleasant taste of new relationships that had come out of a happy accident.

Hi guys! I hope you liked that one!

Nina