What if Phillip saw Lukas from across the counter.
Phillip's POV (I know I do it alot)
There's nothing like locking eyes with a stranger and making an actual connection. It's something really special.
There's also reality. Where you can spend a good hour of year life setting up profiles and wait for someone to slide into your dms.
I don't really mind though, but every once in a while I get a message from a guy, whose profile picture is either his chin or his abs, asking for nudes.
Speaking of, i'm siting here waiting for one of those guys. I have officially given up on my love life.
I know that I had swiped right on him too, and that I had gotten myself into the situation, but he was sweet enough.
He wanted to meet in a bakery/café thing in the middle of town. He just seemed like a kind, but cocky, guy who I want to meet. I don't think I'll get the chance though.
He was standing me up. It's six-thirty 8and he was supposed to be here at six.
I looked around the café, and tried to ignore the embarrassment which was growing in my gut.
Just then, I locked eyes with a guy in a corner booth. A lanky blonde. Even though he looked nervous, he was really cute. Pointed nose, light eyes.
He turns his head, and our eyes meet. He isn't nervous anymore. There's a little smile peeking through his shaky demeanor.
I stuck my tongue out at him. He chuckled softly, coming out of his shell a little more.
I looked away when he picked up his phone.
I bet he got stood up too. I bet he's an introverted soul. Likes to keep to himself, but has a big heart.
My daydreaming was interrupted by my phone vibrating. Instead of actually opening it, I just read the notification.
Sorry. Can't make it.
To avoid flipping the table I breathed deeply. Steadily picking up my phone to respond.
After typing out the spam of curse words and utter profanity, I contemplated actually sending it.
Right when I was about to delete everything and type out a 'Maybe next time' I heard a raspy voice from beside me.
"Hey. I'm Lukas. The sweaty guy from the booth." I chuckled nervously. ""I wanted to know if this seat was taken."
I sent the message, then brought my full attention back to him.
"I am wanting for a blond with pretty eyes to steal it." I said while giving him a cheeky smile.
He returned the smile and sat. His phone lit up, and I paid it no mind.
"I'm Phillip."
This has been sitting in the drafts, half written, for a month. For why?
~Little Love
