you sat outside of starbucks, watching the passers by and tasting every sip of the latte 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-haired man, at least 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."
i offered the seat beside me to him, i was intrigued.
"i'm (y/n)."
"adam. or, or hann. my friends call me hann."
"oh a last name kind of guy, i see."
"can i buy you another?"
he pointed to my empty cup that resides in my hands.
"course you can, hann."