Through The Lens | ✓

9

Crashed. Bumped. Stupidly didn't look where you were going.

However you want to say it, it happened. It totally happened.

Tuesday morning I headed to the small cafe on 31st Street, looking forward to snapping yet another photo of Mystery Boy (or Finlay Thomas).

I walked through the door of the cafe and the strong smell of coffee beans hit me in the face. I took a deep breathe before continuing to the front counter.

I ordered a green tea with a pistachio muffin. I grabbed a packet of Stevia before heading to my usual table, but I got distracted my the small hair sticking to the muffin. I wrinkled my nose, and put my finger down to flick it off, but I bumped into somebody before I could watch the hair float into the air.

I stumbled backwards, shocked at the sudden force. My tea splashed onto my sweater , and my muffin fell to the floor, collecting even more hairs, but that was the least of my worries in that moment.

"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed to the person I bumped into as I picked up my muffin. I looked up at the person i and bumped into but froze when I saw who it was.

Finlay Thomas.

"It's fine," he said. His voice was deep, masculine. I shivered at the sound. My tongue suddenly felt twisted, and I had the inability to form words.

He looked at me for a second before sending me a wink. Another shiver. "Watch where you're going next time, darling."

My God. I died inside at that nickname. It sounded foreign coming from his lips. His voice was so smooth and creamy, like melted butter.

He turned around and went to the counter while I stood there gawking at his back. I blinked a couple times before I fully recovered. I sat down at the nearest chair, feeling the need to sit down. Then I realized, it was the perfect time to snap my photo.

I glanced around, making sure no one was watching before snapping a quick photo of him ordering his drink. I smiled at the picture shown on my camera screen.

It was just yet another photo to add to my growing album.

But I still couldn't get over the fact that I had just actually talked to Finlay Thomas, face-to-face. 

I stood up with my camera and walked towards the door, satisfied with the outcome of my trip to the cafe. 

And left behind the tea and muffin.