Lost (Troye Sivan)

8. In the Coffee Shop

Jacob's POV
I found Troye's mom's number!! I remember when I was small, my mom gave me a paper that has Troye's mom's phone number. My mother told me that I could call her if I want to ask Jacob out to play(Jacob and I were still young, we don't have a phone). And I still kept it in my "Old Things Drawer", Thank God!!
I typed in the number and called her.
"Hi?"
"Hey!!! Do you remember me?? I'm Jacob, Jacob Bixenman!!!"
"Who..."
"Omg I can't believe I successfully called you!! Um do you remember the cruise trip 15 years ago?? I'm Troye's best friend!!"
"Huh.."
"Oh and.."
*hangs*
She hanged the phone. Should I call again? But it seems like I'm disturbing her if I do so... Maybe I should give some time for her to think, or maybe she will tell Troye and me and Troye will meet again!! I got happy for a moment but then turnt sad again. Will she block me because I accidentally talk too much..?
Ugh.. I need to calm down. I'm going out to have a rest.
I put on my coat and headed out. I went to the nearest coffee shop and bought a mocha for myself.
The coffee warmed me up. Aww, coffee is the best.
When I was enjoying my mocha, someone came in. I looked up as I was curious to see who it was. I cannot see clearly because that guy wore a mask and a cap. I just knew that he bought a mocha too. He found a seat and took of the mask when he received his mocha.
I was shocked. ITS TROYE SIVAN. I have no idea why a celebrity would go to this kind of little coffee shop. I expected everyone to go ask him for a photo, and it happened. At firsts 2 teenagers go to him, and Troye gave them a signature on the T-Shirt. People noticed the action and started to line-up to find Troye one by one. After they all finished finding Troye, he noticed me.
"Do you need a signature or a photo?" Troye smiled to me.
I don't know what to say. He really looks so much like the Troye Sivan, my best friend 15 years ago. Even the voice, it's.. so familiar.
"Don't be too shy to come forward." He said to me.
I shoke my head gently, telling him "no, thanks"
But a thought came over my mind, "Maybe he is that Troye Sivan, why don't you go ask him? It's a very good chance to find back your old best friend. Maybe you won't see him anymore in the future!!"
I looked at Troye Sivan again. Now he wasn't looking at me, he wore back his mask, and was ready to go.

"Wait—" I said in my lowest voice.