James' P.O.V

"So, I assume your Thomas."

"Yeah..."

I looked away from him for a second trying to think of a conversation that would break the ice, "So how do you know my good friend Peggy?"

"Y'know her girlfriend, Maria, right?"

"Mhm."

"She's my best friend."

"Oh, that's nice."

There was a moment of awkward silence, this is my first time even going on a date. What am I suppose to say? "So want me to order you drink?" he said, breaking the silence.

"Huh? Oh, no it's okay. It's my first time at this Cafe, and by the looks of it, it doesn't look like they serve any type of tea and—"

"It's okay, they serve tea here."

"Do they have peppermint tea?"

"Yep, I'll go order our drinks."

"Thank you."

He got up and went to the front counter, as I expected this was uncomfortable. I'm not really use to talking to people outside my friend group. He walked over to the table and sat back down, "I've been to this place many times, they bring your drinks to you."

"So, how old are you?"

"21"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Magenta, purples, and occasionally pinks."

"Coffee or Tea?"

"Coffee."

I analyze all his answers and take the time to think if I want to go on another date with this guy. He didn't look like a creep, he's very handsome, actually.

"What about you?" he asked me.

"Pardon?"

"Tea or Coffee."

"Tea, of course."

"Hmm, how old are you?"

"18"

"Favorite color?"

"Pastel Blue."

He flashed me a cute smile, not cute! Just nice.