Yours Truly

ELEVEN: MASON

Wednesday January 28th

Mason sat in the center of the library's café waiting for the rest of her study group to arrive. The thrill from actually telling Andrew even the smallest detail of her life had her adrenalin running and she couldn't wipe the stupid smile off her face.

Even Clara, Mason's biology partner, had noticed. When she commented on it Mason stayed aloof, alluding to there possibly being a guy without giving any details. And if she was honest there weren't many details to go off of so far, only the hope that she'd learn more as the semester progressed.

While they waited for the other two people in their group Clara tried to guess details, her green eyes sparkling at the challenge. When she finally discovered that Mason's mystery man was in her psychology class she clapped with excitement and declared that until further notice he would be Mr. Psych to her and causing Mason to laugh loudly.

Clara was still trying to guess details as Quinn, a junior in their biology class sat down at their table. Shoving her backpack off her shoulder she soon joined in the guessing as well.

"Mason?" The barista called out from behind the Starbucks counter causing Mason to look up making eye contact with the barista who nodded, "I have a venti chai latte for Mason at the bar!"

Quinn and Clara's questioning looks causing Mason to shrug as she stood and went to the bar.

"Mason?"

Mason nodded confused, "I didn't order anything."

The barista's smile grew, "You're boyfriend did, he's a real sweetheart."

Biting her lip Mason nodded, taking the drink and making her way back to their table.

Pausing mid-step when she noticed that familiar scrawl down the side of the cup.

Mason-

Promise I'm not a total creep, I saw you sitting there and though you might like a drink.

Dancing at the Terminal - The Icarus Account

I'm a junior.

Blue's my favorite color. Yours?

Do you like doodles?

Yours truly,

Andrew

p.s. I didn't have any lyrics but here's a picture drawn on the bottom of your cup to make up for it.

Mason's grin grew as she lifted her cup higher to see what he had drawn. There on the bottom of her cup was a small doodle of a cup of coffee sitting on a saucer, the steam curling up from the drawn liquid in wisps. And along the rim of the saucer, small enough that it wasn't super noticeable was ten digits. Mason's heart beat quick as she took in the image. Doodles had just become Mason's favorite.