I sat in my car. Dang it. Ten minutes early. Curse my love for being on time. I sigh and turn up the radio just a bit, to block out the noise from outside while I stare out the window and start to people watch. I see one man trip over a crack in the sidewalk, a small child trying to to run to a candy store away from his mother, and a women who is playing the violin in the grass. Her battered violin case lay open on the grass, a scattering of coins that vary, glittering in the hot sun

Before I know it I’m one minute late. I grab my purse, keys, phone, and jacket, then step out of my car and close the door shut. I step over the curbside and onto the sidewalk. The cafe I’m meeting the boy named Nathan at is thankfully only a couple feet away. As I walk up to the cafe aisle see his face and him already sitting down, he has a cup of water in front of him, and he is just looking at me. When he caught me staring he smiled and waved, I just smiled back and went to sit down across from him.

“Hi,” I say kind of quietly while I set my purse down beside me.

“Hey, how was your day,” he asked, his voice slightly deep, but kind.

“It was good, how about you,” I ask trying not to sound like I noticed how much cuter he was in person.

“It was good so far,” we both continue to talk.

A couple of minutes, maybe ten, goes by and the waiter soon takes our orders. I order a small coffee while Nathan orders a iced tea. Once the waiter brings us outpr drinks, we didn’t speak for a second or two.

I glanced back up at him, but noticed something. That hair. Those eyes. They look weirdly familiar. Wait…

“Wait, Nathan! Nathan Cran!”