Hey guys, I'm back! Btw guys, comments are what make me actually think about writing more you know, just letting you know (*hint**hint*). Okay so enjoy! P.S. I've changed John's contact name to his actually name since Alexander doesn't know it is him, yet.
January 11th
It's been about 11 days since I first sent that text and I've been talking with the person ever since.
Of course I mean texting. I don't have the courage to actually call you.
I still can't believe you actually thought to give me a Christmas gift, or that you would give me your number.
However, while I now can finally talk to you, I have a new problem.
I have no idea if it's really you.
I mean, I hope it's you. Who else would leave me a present and their number?
But still, I don't know for sure. It could be some other person in the café I don't even know.
Or it could be a creepy stalker that is trying to manipulate me.
I might just be overthinking this, but then again who knows?
I just walked into the café. I'm checking some emails on my phone while I get in line for my usual. I smile down at it when I see a good morning text you had sent a little earlier.
As I wait, I send you a text.
To John Laurens: Hey! I'm at the café where you left that pen for me remember?
After a few seconds, you text me back.
From John Laurens: Yeah I know.
Wait, what?
I'm starting to reconsider the possibility of you being a stalker.
I decide to casual question you without seeming like I'm creeped out.
To John Laurens: Wait. What do you mean by "I know"? Are you here?
After I send the text I look around the café to see if anyone is watching me. Then my phone vibrates and I look down at your response.
From John Laurens: Uh, no I just meant I know what you mean.
For some reason that makes me frown. I move up in line and order my drink while trying to filter through my emotions.
Why am I sad? I mean, isn't it a good thing he isn't watching me? I don't know... I guess maybe I had subconsciously hoped he was here.
I send a text to make sure.
To John Laurens: Are you sure?
From John Laurens: Yeah.
I get my Espresso and walk over to my usual seat.
I sigh and sip my warm drink, lost in thought.
Will I ever get to figure out who you are?
I hear the doorbell jingle as someone either leaves or enters the café, but I don't really feel like checking if it's you or not.
I send another text.
To John Laurens: Too bad. I would have liked to meet you.
Well, that's it for today. With luck I'll be free to write more for tomorrow. Bye!
~PJOandHP4life
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