You glanced around the mall uncomfortably, your (h/l) (h/c) hair falling around your face. You were never good in crowded places, especially if you were forced to go.
"Hey, (y/n), you alright?"
You glanced up at your friend (f/n), who had dragged you here with his/her other friends.
You managed to give him/her a weak smile, and they returned it with more enthusiasm.
"Good, because we're going to the bookstore."
Your eyes instantly brightened. The bookstore was the one place in the mall that you actually enjoyed going to.
You quickened your pace as you and the others passed through the heavy glass doors. You sighed as you relished in the silence of the bookstore. it had always seemed more like a library.
You spent a few minutes roaming the rows of books, and finally picked up a book that seemed fairly interesting.
seperating yourself from the group, you headed to the starbucks centered in front of the kids section. You sat down at an empty table and got lost in your book in a matter of minutes.
Around page 60, you heard an unfamiliar voice above you.
"Hey, is this seat taken?"
"Nope," you said without turning away from your book.
"You not good with strangers?" the voice asked.
"Not those who interupt my reading."
There was a long silence before a tan hand grabbed the book and set it on the table.
You looked up angrily at the man. He had neat platinum blonde hair and wore aviator shades, along with a shirt that had what looked like a broken record. the guy just screamed i'm a poser.
"That's better, now I can see your pretty face."
He gave you a small smirk and you had to fight back a blush. instead you rolled your eyes.
You reached for your book that sat in the middle of the table, but the man shot his hand forward and grabbed it before she could.
"What the fuck?" You said a bit too loudly. A few people looked your way and you felt your face heat up.
"Fangirl?"
You could hear him suppressing a laugh.
"Yes, now give it back..."
Your glare softened to curiosity.
"What's your name anyways?"
"Depends, who's asking?"
You let out a sigh of annoyance, though instantly regretted it since it was only fair for him to know your name, too.
"(y/n)"
He nodded as if agreeing to something.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl."
This time you couldn't fight back the blush.
"Name's Dave Strider."
