Alex Hogh Andersen Preferences

He Asks You on a Date

YOUR POV

I went back to Starbucks the next day to get another vanilla thing. Ever since yesterday, I couldn't stop thinking about Alex. I walked into the store and Alex was sitting at a table by the doorway. "Phoebe?" He stood up.

"Alex, hi. I came to order one of those vanilla things. I quite enjoyed it. Thank you very much." I smiled at him.

"Hi, I came here to... well, I was hoping to run into you again, in all honestly." he blushed a bit. 

"Well, I'm here, what can I do for you?" 

"Well, I was wondering if you'd be interested in going out with me sometime." he asked, shyly. I smiled at him.

"I'd love to." 

"Okay, here's my number so we can make plans." I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. "There." He gave me my phone back. 

"Great, I'll text you." I smiled and sent him a text. With that, Alex left, grinning like a fool. I couldn't help but smile back as we went our separate ways.