(A/N) Sorry for the wait. I was... busy???

It was that time of day again!

Morning.

My main target for the moment was a coffee shop. The coffee machine in my one room, very crappy New York City (more like New York Shitty) apartment was broken. Along with the toilet, freezer, and heater. Luckily, it was warm springtime. A very green day. March 22, 2015.

There was a nice cafè down the road, Cafè Grumpy. It sort of lived up to its name, too. People would wake up in need of coffee, scoot their grumpy ass to the coffee place, and slam a twenty on the counter as they walk away with like, ten espressos.

I ordered a coffee with extra sugar and cream. Sure, my soul was black. And that's all the bitter darkness my body could handle.

The bell on the door rang, and the new customer's breath instantly hitched. "Holy fucks," he muttered under his breath. I'm sure most people wouldn't care, or couldn't hear him.

I took my coffee and sat down, but my eyes were glued to this new person. He was looking dead at me when he entered. What exactly "holy fucks" like did I do?

The person was male. Blue eyes, blond hair, very dorky in general. Someone who I'd like to wake up to, if ya get what I'm goin' at.

My eyes traced his body, doing a full scan. He was very attractive. I reached his eyes again, and that's when I noticed it.

He was checking me out, too.

Now, I'm not complaining. Meeting (checking out) a coffee shop stranger? Hell yeah. Having them check you out as well? There's something I like.

The man approached me. He seemed around my age, telling by his shaved face, the way he held himself, etc.

"Hey," he said awkwardly. "Sorry for staring, but you look... um...-"

"Date-able?" I suggested. A heat rushed to my face. I was blushing.

"Better you say it than me." He smiled a dorky grin. "The name's Will."

Got his name, now all I need is his number. Take him on a few dates, fall in love, and I'm good to go. "Nico di Angelo." I, too, grinned. Mine was more awkward though.

But he was fucking sexy so how could I not be awkward?

He pulled up a chair across from me. We talked a bit. Turns out Will's going to a nearby college to become a doctor. He said he comes from a rich family, but ran away when he was a teen. His parents were nice enough to still give him money. They still talk a bit, too.

I told him my background and why I was in NYC. Family died, inherited money, blah blah blah and now we're here.

"Hey, Will?" I called as Will declared his leaving time was soon.

"Make it quick," he said in a joking manner, eyes on his watch.

"Come visit." I slipped him a piece of paper with my address. He took it. I wasn't even sure if he heard me.

Let's just say, I wasn't expecting what happened.

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There were three taps on the door. I groaned, standing up from my very comfortable bed just to unlock the door. I was very greatful the apartment was one room. It meant the door wasn't that far away.

The dorky smile I was greeted with made it all worth it, though.

"Hi!" Will squeaked in his chipper voice. His face turned five shades of red. I looked down, and realized I was a mess. My hair hadn't been brushed all day, my pajamas were still on, and my bed was a nightmare.

"You good?" I asked, poking Will's cheek.

"Uh...," He coughed, "Yeah! Perfect!"

"Perfect?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

"It's just...," he looked at the ground. His whole face, forehead, ears, nose, cheeks, turned a lovely crimson. All the blood was in his face. "You look extremely-"

"Sexy?" It was just a suggestion.

He winked. "Better you say it than me."