Why Don't We // Imagines

♡ 32 c.m.b ♡

You have always wondered how could a person enter your life in a span of just a second? A second. That was how long it took. You asked yourself whether you believed in life at first sight. Was it even love? With what happened? Corbyn was not sure either. But he felt the urge to approach you right when he saw you at the coffee shop that morning. He was immediately dumb-struck by the way your delicate fingers tuck the strand of hair behind your ear, or the way you cutely squinted your eyes to see the menu, or the way you smiled while ordering your beverage.

in actuality, he did not do anything. Frankly, he did not have the courage. If there was anything he was confident about, it would be doubting himself. You would definitely think he was weird. A stranger you did not know one bit starts chatting with you out of the blue, how would you react? He might even appear to be creepy. So he reared his attention back to his coffee and decided to give up before he even attempted to try. You were way out of his league anyway. 

To his surprise, you were the one who started everything, with just a simple "hello".

"I like you. You are cute." was your remark five minutes into the conversation.

Okay, Corbyn admitted you were a lot bolder than he thought you would be. And he loved it.

"I noticed you have been staring at me since I walked into the shop.", she grinned ("oh gosh, her beautiful smile", he though to himself), "Anyway, do you know that your ears are all red?"

"It's because I just got caught by the girl I like." was his response, which even years later, he still could not believe he let those words slip out of his mouth. It was so unlike him. And you still liked to tease him about it, specifically about the way he almost knocked his coffee over after confessing to you.

From that moment onward, Corbyn always wanted to know more about you, constantly. Your existence was his little miracle, one of the few miracles that had happened in his normal life. He was grateful. It did not take long for you two to fall heads over heels for each other. Maybe you both had been in love at the coffee shop where you first met, Corbyn often thought things like this happened as if they were parts of a grand plan. Like how you and him were destined to be together. And how he still wanted to know about you like the day he met you. You, to him, were both the mystery and the familiarity.