Diderik's secrets

Diderik

Walking down the road, (y/n) stops in her tracks. She sees the most beautiful person she's ever seen. (y/n) decides to follow him. His pants are perfectly fitted, his leather jacket is tight in his hands, he has a toothpick fixed on the left side of his mouth, and he's mumbling as he turns the corner. (y/n) turns the corner, he's nowhere in sight. Just as (y/n) had given her hopes up, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looks behind her and finds his eyes staring right into hers.
"Can I help you?", he says.
She's speechless, his hair looks so soft, his lips softer, and his eyes...oh there like pools that you could fall in.
"You lost?" He speaks again.
"Y-yes" (y/n) stuttered. She thinks to herself, I'm only lost in your eyes.
"I can walk you around, where you from?" He slips his hand on to her thigh and pushes her to the wall.
"I'm Diderik, by the way" he whispers in her ear, smooth like red velvet. Her heart mealts.
He backs away and tells her to follow him, she stays silent for almost 30 minutes. But suddenly he turns around toward her.
"You never told me you name, sweetheart" (y/n) can feel her palms get sweaty as she opens her mouth.
"My name is (y/n)."
"Well (y/n), why don't I buy you a drink.