Shawn Mendes Imagines

I Don't Even Know Your Name

Shawn's P.O.V.

I saw a girl around my age walk into the cafe as she ordered her drink.

She wore a black sleeveless shirt with white ripped jeans as a red flannel was tied around her waist. Even if she was dressed simple, she looked really nice. As I looked at her facial features, I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful eyes and the way they sparkled in the light.

As she left the cashier, she found a seat and a table next to mine as she sat down.

She looked at me and smiled as I smiled too before looking down at my drink, embarrassed.

After a few minutes later, I saw the waitress give the beautiful girl her order.

She smiled as she thanked the waitress.

We would often take glances at each other and immediately look away.

I was debating whether I should talk to her and ask for her number or just leave it like this.

But maybe I was debating for too long since she got up from her seat and left the cafe.

And the problem is?

I don't even know her name.

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