I'll never be ready to say goodbye.

Chapter 1

YOUR POV
You stare into the soft hazel-coloured froth from your cappuccino. You're sat next to a broad glass window and rays of sun place warmth on your cheeks. Slowly , you sip your coffee and take in the view of New York through the window. You're only visiting for two weeks and your mum has packed as if you're staying forever. You start to come to the end of your coffee so you begin to get into your red trench coat.
Now , you put on your boots. You've never liked wearing shoes , ever since you were a kid you'd walk around barefoot whenever you could.
"Da ding!" , the sound of the coffee shop doorbell startles you.

FINN'S POV
You need a break from the paparazzi so you find the most remote coffee shop possible and run in to avoid being followed. Scanning the shop with your eyes you can only see one person , a short girl with deep crimson hair and a red trench coat to match. She looks you straight in the eyes but doesn't recognise you.
"Perfect" you think "I can have a conversation with someone who doesn't want a picture".
You stroll towards her and stop in your tracks. It feels like you are transfixed by her existence ; sea green eyes adorned with flecks of gold , a kaleidoscope of freckles framing the bridge of her nose and beautiful light pink lips the colour of strawberry milkshake.

YOUR POV
A young boy with dark brown hair that falls in ringlets around his cheeks approaches you. His lips are slightly parted like he's going to speak to you but stares at you. You gaze into each others eyes for a few seconds before he breaks the silence.
"H-hey" , he stammers.
"Hi." You say , studying his face. You're in awe of his beautiful lips.
"My name's Finn." He chirps.
"Cool"
He laughs "That's where you tell me your name"
You can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Oh yeah , My name's Ebony". You mumble.
"That's a beautiful name" He says , biting his lip , and you can't tell what's getting hotter : him or your cheeks.
"Thankyou". You blush.
"I was wondering if I could have your-" He stutters.
"Number?" You ask laughing at his awkwardness.
"Y-yeah please"
You jot it down on a napkin and hand it to him. Before heading out of the shop and into the streets of this foreign city.

FINN'S POV
I clutch the napkin in my hand and watch her head out into the streets. Her mesmerising hair trails behind her , whirling in the wind like a roaring fire.
"You gonna order anything son?" Shouts the bartender.
"Umm yeah , black coffee please"
I turn back to the glass window and she's lost in a sea of bodies.
"Ebony" I smirk "what a beautiful name".