KJ APA
You were looking at a map while sipping your freshly made coffee. You moved to Los Angeles, a couple of days ago. The sun hits you instantly. You were about to cross the road when a guy on a skateboard bumps into you.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Here, let me help you up." You take the offered hand and look at the guy with a particular accent.
"It's fine. Okay, I have a wet shirt." You look down at yourself. Your white shirt was now a brownish see-through shirt with a smell of coffee.
"I feel terrible, ay." You smile shaking your head.
"It's my fault. I didn't know where I was going."
"No. I was on my phone, ay." You watch him take his tee shirt off. "Here." You put it on and tuck the hem of the shirt inside your jeans. "Fits you perfectly, ay."
"Thanks. Van Halen, I dig it. You look really familiar."
"Do I?" You think about it, and realize where his face is from. "I still feel really bad. What about I buy you another coffee?"
"No, no. It's fine, I'm sure you have better things to do."
"Please, it will make me feel better, ay."
"If you insist." You laugh and follow him to a coffee shop. Immediately, when the two of you stepped into the shop, people started running towards him. You walk towards a booth, leaving the crowd.
He smiles, and sign a couple of papers. He looks around like he's searching for someone until he spots you. "Sorry, guys, I have to go, ay. You're all amazing."
"Popular, aren't you?"
"Sorry, about that. Now, you probably know who I am, ay?"
"KJ, I knew who you were earlier."
"You did?"
"Yeah." You smile. "I'm Y/N, by the way."
"We exchanged numbers, and hung out until we finally started dating, ay."
"That's how you met your girlfriend of now 4 years?"
KJ laughs, "yeah."
"Well, there you have it folks, the story of how KJ Apa met his girlfriend."
