The Story Of Our Lives

Love at first sight

Vilu's POV

This morning, I was walking down Stanton Street, towards my most favorite little restaurant in the whole entire world. Honestly, I don't even know what I was thinking. There was me, walking on the sidewalk, thinking about the guy we met yesterday, who was supposedly the father of Cami's child. That was a shocker, I mean, poor Cami. I can't imagine what she's going through right now. Anyway, there was this other guy, walking towards the same exact place, in the opposite direction. I didn't see him, and I bumped into him, making him drop all his papers.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” I said, bending down to pick the papers up.

“No, it-it's okay, really.” he said. He bent down to do the same, and our hands touched. We looked up at each other. He looked about the same age as me. He had brown hair and hazel eyes. After an awkward silence, he said, “Uh, um, thanks.”

“It's okay.” I told him. We stood up. He held the door of the restaurant open for me.

“Hey! Violetta, right?” said Maxi, walking up to us.

“Yeah.” I smiled at him.

“Hey man,” The mystery man I helped said to Maxi.

“'Sup Leon,” Maxi said to him. “We're really busy today, so we only have one table. You both came in at the same time, so who sitting first?”

Leon and I looked at each other. “You can go first,” he told me.

“No, it's okay, go ahead,” I said.

He smiled at me. “Hey, there's no one with you, right? If it's okay with you, we can share a table.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great, then!” Maxi said before he disappeared into the crowd.

We went to the empty table by the window and sat down.

“Nice name, Violetta.” he told me.

“Thanks! You too, Leon.” I replied, to which he laughed. I ordered a latte and a blueberry muffin while he scanned the menu. A few seconds later, he ordered French toast and orange juice. (A/N: I know I talk a LOT about food, but please bear with me. I love food.)

After that point, we just started casually talking. He seemed shy at first, but he slowly started to open up. We talked about work and interests and stuff like that. Turns out he was 22, just graduated from college and now works with Apple, and played the guitar in his spare time. He was Mexican, but he grew up right here in New York, and he has a Golden Retriever named Dawn.

“So how old are you?” he asked me.

“I'm 21,” I told him.

“So, are you in college?”

“Yeah. NYU.”

“Cool, what's your major?”

“Psychology, actually.”

“Nice. You live with your parents?”

“Uh, well, no. I've got my own apartment.”

“Woah. So how do you like, pay the rent?”

“I work at Macy's.”

Leon smiled. “So I can get a discount if I come there, huh?”

I laughed. “We'll see.”

That's when I looked at my watch. “Oh crap, I'm gonna be late for class. I'll see you around, then.” I said to him as I dug out some money from my bag.

He shook his head.“Oh no, the food's on me.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Don't be ridiculous.”

“Seriously, I'll pay.” he gave the money back to me.

I smiled at him. “Thanks.”

I was about to walk away, but stopped and turned around. We both opened our mouths to say something.

“Hey, umm, I wanted to ask you-” he started.

“Tomorrow, same time?” I asked him.

He grinned in surprise. “I'll be here.”

Ah, Leon. Now I'll have someone to dream about.