prove me wrong~phan

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                 Phil glanced up from his novel quickly, brushing his long raven hair out of his eyes softly. He looked at a younger boy sitting at another table, his hand a rest for his heavy head; his eyes fluttered with every rise and fall of his chest. Phil, a hopeless romantic, stared with doe-like crystal eyes, careful not to draw too much attention from the other boy. He almost didn't notice when the barista called his name loudly from behind the counter. 

              'Pull it together' he thought, shaking his head ever so slightly, grabbing his coffee. He walked back to his small corner, and hid the bottom half of his face with his book in order to look at the boy discreetly. Pretending to read, he didn't get any looks. Relief. The boy (Dan was his name, or at least what he answered to when it was called) took gradual sips of his drink, his eyes brightening with every breath. 

              Dan glanced up quickly, more aware and awake, to see Phil's gaze. Phil looked down just as quickly, causing the most awkward exchange imaginable. Dan seemed to take a sharp breath as he stood up, eyes fixed on Phil. He walked towards him and pulled up a chair. 

              "What the fuck is your problem?" Dan asked to Phil's surprise. His eyes widened and he spoke softly.

              "I'm-I don't have a problem." he stuttered out, pushing up his glasses, "I was just... people watching?" he stated, unsure.  Dan raised an eyebrow and nodded.

                "Whats your name?" he asked dryly.

                Phil looked up from his gaze at the floor excitedly, "Phil."