Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{Coffee Boy} J.M

"uh.. sorry just give me a moment please" I rambled, digging through my wallet, looking for my money. "What the hell?" I muttered.

"Excuse me miss, is this yours?" a voice asked from behind me. I turned around to be met with a boy with hazel brown eyes. His smile faded just a bit and turned to a look of astonishment. 

"Uhh yeah, um thanks" I replied, taking the twenty I dropped and handed it to the cashier. 

"Have a good day" she muttered, sarcasm dripping in her voice. 

"OH my gosh! Its Jonah Marais!" some teenage girls screamed as they walked threw the door. I was instantly shoved left and right, before I was actually pushed to the ground. 

"OH hey let me help you" the guy yelled over the crowd of screaming girls.

"I got it thanks" I muttered, it coming off more irritable than I intended. 

"umm I'm Jonah" he smiled, raising a hand for me to shake. 

"And I'm not interested" I turned away from him but some girl hit my coffee out of my hand and all over my shirt. "Great" I mumbled.

"Let me buy you a new one" Jonah insisted, "all this is because of me anyways" he didn't mean it in a spoiled, stuck up way, but in a way that it was his fault that now instead of drinking my beloved coffee, I was wearing it.

"I'm actually late for work" I called back to him as I was being shoved backwards, closer to the doors as girls bombarded Jonah. 

Looking back to the huge crowd, Jonahs eyes were still on me. Giving him a small smile, I left the coffee shop. 

Signalling for a cab, I climbed in leaving the boy behind as he ran threw the doors, watching my cab be swallowed by the busy streets of L.A