iMessage // J.G

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I run my hand through my hair, sitting in my usual spot in the Starbucks. It was 2:10, already.

He never replied.

I stand up quickly, sighing. I just knew it was a stupid idea to even go, to even text him. I just wanted one last chance.

I throw my empty coffee cup into the trash, pushing the door forward. I walk on the sidewalk towards my car in the back lot.

"Leaving before I could say hi?" I hear. I look up, looking back into a pair of pretty light brown eyes.

"Hi, I'm Jack Gilinsky."

(Should I continue and show how they fell in love and shit or leave it at this? Comment what I should do!)