You Assumed

The Bus Stop

Its the fall in New York City, New York. I'm sitting in the neighborhood coffee shop, Blackwood, and finishing a story about how a couple best friends have to stop these weird phenomenon's by-, you know what, I'm a nice person. I won't bore you with what it's about. Anyways, I'm sipping some coffee while finishing a chapter. I decide you know what, I'm done with this chapter, I can leave and go home. NETFLIX TIME!!! Or studying for an exam, whichever I'm in the mood for (Netflix, duh).

Leaving the coffee shop, I walk towards the bus stop. When I reach my destination, I see a man sitting on the bench. HOLY MOTHER OF ALL GODS! HE'S HOT! Okay Emma, calm down. You can't fangirl right now in public. Do it later. As I'm mentally scolding myself, the man must have noticed me and scooted over on the bench. Awe ma gawd! He's so sweet! He would make a great husba- STOP IT EMMA! Geez, I can't give myself a break! I awkwardly sit on the bench, leaving a 3-foot space between us, just so my head doesn't explode with stupid thoughts.

Since I'm creepy, I stare at him. I mean, he is my future husband! Hehehehehe! Oh my, his jaw line is so sharp, I feel like it would cut me! Ooo! He has brown hair and is built like a god! Muscular, how i like my men!

"So, why are you staring at me?" he asks calmly like he's fine with it. OH SHIT! HE SAW ME CHECKING HIM OUT! SHIT! ABORT MISSION!

OH GOD! WHAT DO I SAY? "Oh, I'm just trying to figure out what our future children will look like." He just starts laughing his head off. Why? I didn't say anyth- OMG! I SAID THAT ALOUD DIDN'T I! *mentally crying* Ahhhhhhhhhhh! WHY ME!?!!? "Um..." My cheeks flush pink.

"Its okay, I just now know what you think of me. My name is Ethan by the way. What's yours?"

"U-u-uh, i-its E-Emma. N-nice to meet y-you," I reply shyly.

"No need to be so shy or flushed. I don't really care if you were staring at me."

Now wait, hold up. HE DOESN'T CARE WHEN I STARE AT HIM?! THAT MEANS THAT HE LETS OTHER GIRLS STARE AT HIM TOO! HES CHEATING ON ME! Somewhere along having a mental panic attack, I apparently start crying. I only figure this out when I open my eyes back up from closing them, and find myself in strong, muscular arms.
"W-what? W-who's a-arms are these?"
"Its OK, calm down. Their my arms, silly." I hear a deep, sexy voice say. MY GOD, I JUST TALKED OUT LOUD AGAIN! GAH, I HATE MY LIFE! "Are you sure you're okay?" This man with the... I'll call it dexy (get it? Deep and sexy= Dexy) voice, says.

"Y-yea. I'm fine. Sorry," I say pushing myself out of his grasp. It was surprisingly difficult, almost like he didn't want to let go. *Mentaly stroking fake beard* Interesting.