He ignored it. He ignored the jealous red-head staring through the window, as if he were invisible, and Oliver was the only thing to exist.
He ignored Feliciano waving at him happily from another table, his friendly ex not really familiar with the idea of spying on crushes.
He ignored the fact that he was about to spill soda all over himself, his Dr. Pepper leaning over dangerously as he gripped the glass.
He ignored it all, watching the student, the one from the school across the street-- "Public School 2p", he thought it was called, as the strawberry blonde took a tiny bite out of a brightly colored cupcake.
This was a boy he liked, but barely knew.
They first met (sort of) when the gym teachers at their school were arguing over who got to use their shared fields that day, when Alfred noticed the blue-eyes beauty standing awkwardly in his too-large, hand-me-down gym uniform, suddenly feeling embarrassed at his own custom-made one.
The only thing he thought, or rather, could think, was damn, was he cute.
And from that day on, it was a fight to meet this cutie without looking like a stalker.
Which was hard when you went to different schools. And lived in different towns. Yeah.
But today, he had seen the boy shopping around the town that catered mostly to World U's needs, since the students lived in dorms, and when the strawberry blonde had walked in, Alfred casually followed.
But now there was a problem.
How to introduce himself.
"Hey, what's a cutie like you doing here all by himself?" Yeah, yeah, that was nice, but what if the boy didn't swing that way?
"Who's that dork in the window?" Nah, what if he got offended?
"Hey, can I sit here?" Too awkward, especially since the café was nearly empty.
"Whatchu eating?" Too weird, and besides, he was supposed to be the big man!
"Hey, can I have a taste?"That's even worse than the last.
Should he just use a pick-up line? No, what if the other was freaked out about it?!
He kept thinking, asking what various friends would do, his glass increasingly tilting, until--
"Shit!"He exclaimed, soda all over him, and he blushed brightly, because everyone was looking at him, even brighter as he saw the adorable blonde turn in surprise.
He couldn't breathe.
He grabbed napkins and leaned over in his chair to clean up the mess, just wanting to hide his face.
"Would you like some help?"
Alfred brought his head up too fast and hit it on the table, cursing softly again, before looking up, to see the strawberry blonde holding a stack of napkins.
Alfred was bewildered, but the blue-eyed beauty, who was drop dead gorgeous, he could now see, just smiled sugary sweet and squared down to clean up the spilled soda for him.
Unfortunately, since he wasn't done staring at his cute butt, the boy was back up soon enough, and began rubbing the soda off his shirt.
"D-did I hit my head harder than I thought?"Alfred barely managed to stutter out.
"What do you mean?"The boy asked in his sweet accent.
"Well, because you look like an angel."