His hazel brown eyes stare right into mine. I don't know what it is that fascinates me about him. Is it his perfect hair? Or is it his body? Maybe it is the way he acts around other people. He is wearing a white tank top and long black jeans. He is drinking a coffee without sugar. No milk. Just black coffee. I'm not a big fan of his drink and normally I would never take a sip of it but if he would ask me now to drink it I would take it on one shot.
I quickly look back when I realize that I was staring at him for to long. For the last week he came here every day. Every time when the clock stroke 1 he opened the doors. He ordered his coffee before sitting down at the same booth. Yesterday he ordered with his card and I could see his name. Shawn. Shawn Mendes. It kind of sounded familiar but I couldn't rap my finger around it. When I got home into my tiny apartment that I share with my best friend, I took out my iMac and searched his name in Google. Canadian singer, songwriter, and model. I could not believe what my eyes were seeing. He is famous. And not just famous. He is one of the most popular musicians.
Today when he came into the little cafe I noticed his notebook. He had it with him every day. I never really cared for it but now I was curious. Is he writing his songs here? In this cafe?
Another costumer is asking me for some tea so I quickly make him his tea so I can get back to thinking of him.
He becomes more and more attractive every day. It is not because I found out that he is a famous singer. It is because of how he looks and how he speaks. The way his mouth moves. The way he waves with his hands when he is about to say something. I always get crushes quickly. Usually I would forget boys after a few days. Nevertheless, something told me he is different from other boys.
When I turned around to give the costumer his tea I froze. Shawn was standing in front of me. He never got up so quickly. I hope he is not leaving so soon. He looks at me with the biggest and cutest smile I have ever seen on anyone.
I give the costumer who looks impatient quickly his tea before he gets angry with me and I look at Shawn again. His smile is so soft. I fall for him more and more.
"I wanted to talk to you. I come here every day. First I just wanted to have a quiet place to write but then I saw you. I needed to see you again and again and again. So I came here every day. I did not have the confidence to talk to you. But I leave the city today and I could not go without even talking to you."
I was surprised. I expected he would ask for coffee but instead he told me that he liked me. I don't know how much time passed when he waved his hand in front of my face.
I still could not believe it. He again told me that he wanted to get to know me more. I could not help it but to smile. I felt butterflies in my stomach.
I wanted to speak. I opened my mouth to speak. But I could not bring out a word. He just smiled at me before telling me he wants a coffee again. I quickly start to get him his coffee so it doesn't get awkward.
I could feel Shawn looking at me. His eyes travelled to a sign. It said: "I can't speak. Please be patient with me."
He smiled before writing something down on his notebook. "Do you want go on a date with me? Cross with yes or no."
