With every step I took, I was jarred. My feet pounded against the pavement. It was October here in London, so it was quite cold. I wore my long sleeve runner's jacket, shorts, and running shoes. I hummed along to the beat of the music that was emitting from my phone. Suddenly, I hit something solid. My phone flew out of my hand and landed face down on the concrete, my earbuds ripped from my ears. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I heard a deep male voice say. Not looking up, I bent to pick up my phone, silently cursing myself. "No, no, it's fine, it was an-" I said. I looked up and caught the eye of the specimen of the male species. Wow, was all I could think. I mean, this guy was handsome. I stopped speaking abruptly in surprise. The man's sparkling blue eyes stared at me in concern. "Are you okay?" he asked. Shaking myself out of my trance, I said, "Yes, I'm fine. About my phone, it was old anyway." The man smiled, relieved. "Good."

ONE MONTH LATER

I sighed, exhausted, and plopped down on the chair. I had just returned from a long run. The waitress came over. "Hello, ma'am. How may I serve you today?" she asked. "I'll have the caramel latte please," I replied. She smiled, nodded, and said, "That'll be right out for you." She turned and walked away. I put my face in my hands, my palms directly in my eyes. I bit my tongue, trying to prevent tears from spilling. "Sorry for intruding, but are you feeling alright?" a concerned voice asked me. I looked up, and gasped in surprise. It was the same man I had bumped into exactly one month ago. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, smiling at him. "May I sit here...?" he asked, gesturing to the empty seat across from me. Taking the hint that he wanted my name, I said, "Alex." He smiled, and said, "May I sit here, Alex?" It took me a moment to process that he actually wanted to sit with me. Me. I'm sure tons of girls would want him, and he chose me. "Of course," I said. The man smiled, and sat down.

We talked for a long time. I learned the man's name was Phil Lester. He lived with his best friend, Dan Howell. I got a little red-faced after he said that. Realizing what he thought I meant, he assured me that they weren't together. We exchanged numbers, and parted ways once again.

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Hope you enjoyed this little short story! I've actually had it written for a while. It was going to be the first chapter of a story, but I lost I treat in the idea and...yeah. Anyway, have a nice rest of your day! :)