Chasse. Chasse. Chasse. I bumped into someone. "Watch where you're going." I mumbled, even though I bumped into him. "Sorry." A specific green-eyed British boy said. "Are you...?" He stopped me.

"Finn Harries. Hey." He smiled. "Um, hi." I replied. "Hey. Again. Sorry for bumping into you. You know, I should've looked ahead rather than just being on my iPhone."

"No. It's my fault. I shouldn't have been chasse-ing on the sidewalk. In London." I replied, hiding a smile. He chuckled. "I guess so. Whatever belt-" he started. "Ballet." I corrected. "Whatever." He said, laughing. His smile is wow. "Um, do you want to go to... Dunkin' Donuts?" he asked. I nodded. "Sure."

He slowly took my head, making me blush. It's not love at first sight. It's infatuation.

"Actually. I'm not very hungry." I said. "Okay. We can go to my house?" he offered. I nodded. "Yeah. I will."

Notes

Sorry it sucks. I'll try and finish later :3