Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why was I so excited? Why didn’t I just play it cool like a normal person? And when he smiled at me - oh my God, no one has the right to be that adorable.

It’s still raining out, and he goes and sits at a table by the window. My shift is almost over, should I join him? No, that’s stupid. 

But is it? 

After fifteen minutes, my shift is finally over and it’s still raining. And Oscar hasn’t left yet. I decide that maybe it is to go join him, but I don’t let that stop me. 

“Hey, can you believe it’s still raining?” I sit down across from him.

“Um, yeah. Crazy.” He seems confused. Why did I do this?

But I did, so I guess I should continue this conversation.

“My shift just ended, but I could get you another drink? On the house, of course.”

“What? Oh, um, sure. Thanks.”

There’s no one else in the store, so I yell at Brynne to get him another. Once he gets his drink, he seems much more relaxed. 

And it’s a bit strange, isn’t it? The picture of the two of us, sitting across from each other at the small coffee shop table, talking rather animatedly about everything and nothing? 

The inane juxtaposition of me to him, and how after a bit of talking, we are reduced to simply two boys having a conversation in a Starbucks?

And maybe in the grand scheme of things, this conversation means nothing. But here and now, it is worth the entire universe.