Dedicated to my parabatai,
Christine - for being my personal Cupid and making my non-existent love life slightly existent

I'm not a very patient person, so waiting is a torturous process for me. The fact that my phone chose to get stuck at this moment did not make it any easier.

To keep myself from tearing my hair out, I leaned against a pillar and closed my eyes. Blocking out the conversation between Preeti, Tani and Anne, I imagined plugging in earphones and listening to my favourite songs. I could hear it clearly as if I was really hearing the songs through my ears.

Someone shook my shoulder, making my eyes snap open. Annoyance replaced the serene feeling I had a second ago.

Tani was standing in front of me, chewing slightly on her bottom lip. "I just thought that I should point this out but that guy over there has been staring at you for a while now."

I spun around so quickly that my hair slapped my face. The stinging pain slowly rose to a burn as I try to get the strands of hair tangled up with my glasses.

There he was.

Skater boy. Only he was not wearing his jacket any more. It was draped over his left arm instead. In his right hand, he held a Starbucks cup.

I couldn't help but stare at him. If I was anyone else, I would think he was following me. But I'm me and no guy, especially not one who's that good looking, would come after me.

Instead of looking away like people do when the person you were staring at catches you staring at them, he smiled his infamous smile and casually walked towards me.

"Hey, Snowflake. Warm yet? You must have frozen your bu- I mean, you must have been really cold after spending half of your skating time on the floor. Literally," he said, his smile still bright.

"I'm fine," I said, quickly looking away. I know he probably thought I was snobbish when I did that but I had to look away. His green eyes were really disrupting my train of thoughts.

He wasn't discouraged though. He shifted so that everyone was in my line of sight again. "You want it?" he asked me, gently shaking the cup in his hand. The veins on his arm were practically popping out. Call me weird but I found that really attractive.

I kept my eyes on the floor when I said, "Nevermind. I can't."

"I got it from work. I didn't drink from it yet. And honestly, when I saw you, I wanted to give it to you. Not because I don't think you can't buy it yourself but..." he trailed off.

As I looked up, he ran his left hand through his hair and sigh.

I sighed internally. I was already getting on his nerves.

Tania, who had been silent so far, suddenly piqued up. "What she means is that she would love to take it but she simply feels too shy," she said, taking the drink from him and gave it to me.

I took the cup subconsciously. When I realised that I had accepted it without meaning to, I looked at his face, his nose to be exact, and said, "I can't take this. I don't drink coffee."

Tania frowned slightly and gave me a disapproving look but Skater Boy just laughed.

"Lucky for you it's chocolate."

I couldn't come up with anything else so I just smiled. "Thanks for the drink," I said, holding up the cup. "And for helping me just now."

He smiled at his shoes then looked up at me and smiled wider, his dimples deepening. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Snowflake. Feel free to drop by at Starbucks anytime you want."

I smiled at the floor, silently hoping the blood rising to my cheeks couldn't be seen due to the caramel hue of my skin.

He spun around on his feet and walked away.

Tania immediately started giggling. "Looks like someone's got an admirer."

Anne appeared next to me and said, "Who? Who?" while looking around.

Brooke rolled her eyes and said, "He's gone, Anne the Owl. But it looked like it was the middle finger dude, wasn't he?"

"What middle finger dude?" Tania asked. "Isn't he the Starbucks Guy?"

"All of these nicknames are making my head spin," Preeti said. She turned to me. "Who is he really?"

"All of that. And he's also the guy who helped me at the ice rink."

"Oohhh..." my friends chorused.

"What's his name?" Celeste asked.

"Did you get his number?" Anne asked.

"No, I don't know his name. And, Anne, do you even know me?" I replied. My incoherence around cute guys is no secret.

Preeti grabbed the cup and turned it around. Squinting at the side, she said, "Maybe him giving you the cup was his way of letting you know." She showed me the name written on the cup.

'Stefan'.

"Well then. I'm sure Stefan just felt bad for me. I did spend a lot of my time on the ice," I said, defensively. "That doesn't mean he wants me to find out his number and call him."

Celeste grinned and I immediately knew I was in trouble.

"Why have a personal Cupid if you don't need serious romantic help?"