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I rolled around in my sheets slowly opening up my eyes. I was unsure if I wanted to leave the warmth of my bed so soon. Saturday mornings were among my favorite things since I didn't have work or any appointments that I had to attend. I had a whole day to myself to do what I wanted with.

Rolling over to my night stand I grasped my phone that was cold to the touch as I slid it open revealing my home screen. All I could think about was the boy in the coffee shop, why was I so intrigued with him? I had only met him twice tops yet I yearned for his company.

Scrolling through my contacts I landed on his reading his name over and over trying to come to a conclusion on what I should do. I was never the one to make the first move or even the one that would text first but maybe things could change. Maybe I could change into someone else, be someone besides the Rowan I am currently.

The Rowan I am now is so distant from the old Rowan. Everything about the old Rowan seemed to dissipate into the air, leaving no trace of her behind. While some miss her other never knew she existed, all they ever knew was the girl they see now.

Taking in a deep breath I closed my eyes pressing the message bubble that resided next to his name.

Was I really going to do this?

If I wanted his company I had to do something about it. I couldn't just wait around wishing for something to happen, I had to take matters into my own hands. Put myself out there for him to see me.

Rowan: Hey it's Rowan!

I began typing pressing send and feeling anxiety rush through my veins. I had never done this before! Wavy was he going to say? Should I have started the conversation differently? My eyes widened when I saw the text bubble pop up indicating he was typing to respond.

Harry: Ummm I think you've got the wrong number, this is Marcel.

Reading the first sentence I began to panic, until I kept reading and knew right away I did in fact have the right number. Rolling my eyes with a laugh I than responded.

Rowan: Your cute

Harry: I know I am, that's why your texting me in the first place right?

The smile that had formed began to grow as I read over his response to my messages to him. What was it about him that made me smile like a complete idiot? Surely there was a logical reason for why he was making me smile constantly just looking at his name.

Rowan: Don't flatter yourself, I was merely feeling sorry for you. I thought I should have reached out to be nice.

Harry: Shots fired! Well then, if this was merely pity, why than do you come by the shop so often? I know it's not for the coffee;)

Rowan: I'm pretty sure that pumpkin spiced latte was enough to keep me coming back. My "basicness" was beckoning!

Harry: That does ring true!

Rowan: Whatever maybe if you tasted it you would feel differently!

Harry: Although I admire you embracing your basicness, I tend to not embrace mine;)

Rowan: Well at any rate I was thinking about coming by later for my coffee fix, I wouldn't mind seeing you there.

I began typing this response before I realized I was being very forward. Talking to Harry brought out an entirely different girl that I was eager to discover.

Harry: In other words your asking me out?

I blushed at his reply to my last message. I guess I really was asking him out in a round about way.