you sat outside of starbucks, watching the passers by and tasting every sip of the peppermint tea you held in your hands. you'd noticed everyone that'd passed, people that walked one way and the other. one person in particular, a blonde man, about six-foot tall. he'd looked at you every time he walked past, but said nothing. back and forth, every quarter of an hour, for the past two hours.
"hello."
you finally said, upon his tenth time walking past, loud enough for him to hear. he stopped in his tracks, blushing.
"hi."
you offered the seat across from you.
"i'm (y/n)."
"sam."
he didn't say much but you already adored his geordie accent.
"a man of many words, i see."
"i do apologise, i don't normally get the chance to talk to beautiful women, haha. can i buy you another?"
he pointed to the empty cup that resided in your hands.
"smooth that would be lovely, thank you."
