I'm going to be a freshmen in college, and I've just finished moving into my dorm. It's almost the end of summer, and soon I'll be starting school. I decided to go for a walk down the busy city street. From down the block I saw this cool record shop; I went in to take a look. I picked out a few records from my favorite bands. I turned around to go pay, when all of a sudden I bumped into someone from behind, making me drop the records. I looked up and saw a tall guy with black jeans, Converse, a black ripped muscle tee, and a snapback that he was wearing backwards; underneath it I saw that he had green hair. He had a tattoo on his left arm and one on his right, and a piercing on his right eyebrow.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump you, I didn't see you!" he said worried.
He had an accent: Australian.
"Oh no, don't worry. It wasn't your fault. I should've been more careful turning around," I said.
We both bent down and picked up the records. I saw him looking through the covers of each one. I could tell by the look on his face that he didn't recognize the bands that I listen to.
"I listen to indie rock and alternative," I said.
He looked at me and smiled, his smile was like a little five year old's. Cute and innocent.
"I listen to rock and metal," he said.
"Cool, well, sorry for bumping into you," I said while walking towards the cashier.
"Wait!" he said, catching up to me. "Maybe we can get coffee and talk about the bands we listen to?"
I looked at him, a bit surprised. No guy had ever asked me out for coffee.
"Uhh, sure." I said.
I could feel my face blushing.
"Awesome! How about I meet you at the coffee shop that's down three blocks north, in like fifteen minutes?" he asked, excited.
"Sounds good." I said.
He gave me a big smile and walked out the door. I went to the cashier and paid for my things in a haze, thinking the whole time, "what just happened?"
