I'm immediately surrounded by warmth as I step inside the room. I let out a breath I was holding and absorb the heat around me. The warm air continued to prickle away the cold I had felt as I walk towards the register counter, making sure to be careful of other customers.

I walk smoothly over behind the counter. I then start searching the top of it for my phone that I had brought with me this morning. The boy stands politely in front of the counter, waiting for me to hand over a phone. Once I locate it, I pick it up into my hands and thrust it in the direction of the boy. He gives a small 'thanks' before walking away slightly and dialing a number into the phone.

As he waits for someone to pick up, I take in the time to fully recognize the stranger in front of me. He was wearing jeans and a grey jacket that looked thick and quite warm. I envy that he didn't have to feel the sting of cold as we were out on the sidewalk, as I was left to feel it against my barely covered arms. I wore a long sleeve, but the thin fabric still didn't help.
I notice his dark roots at the end of his died blond hair that was messily tossed around from running and the wind whipping the strands around. He looked quite disheveled, as though he had gone into battle with a tornado.

But the most stunning thing about him was his bright blue eyes that lite up his whole face, making his overall appearance more cheerful and full of life. I watch as he twitches his mouth to form words as he talks to another person on my phone. He runs a hand through his hair every so often, stressed from the situation he was in.

I blink my eyes knowingly, as I had been staring at him for quite a while. I blush lightly, even though he hadn't caught me in the act. I look down at a notebook in front of me and pretend to be distracted by work as he finishes up his conversation. I reread all of the orders that I had taken today and look at the careful outline of my letters.

He holds my phone up, causing me to lift my head. My sight falls onto the phone, so I take it from him.
"Thanks," I mumble to him as he looks around the store with bright eyes. He turns away from me, shoving his hands into his pocket. Something had caught his attention, making him stare at it. I follow this stare and notice he was looking upon a One Direction poster. I laugh slightly to myself.

" You a fan?" I ask, referring to the poster we were looking at. He answers me back without even taking his eyes from the paper.
" I guess you could say that, yeah," He continued looking thoughtfully at the wall, as if curios about something. He glanced to the wall, then to me, then back to the poster. He seemed to be also waiting for something to happen.
" Are you a fan?" He then asks suddenly, making me look up again quickly. I see his eyes rested on mine, so I nod give a small nod, looking back down again. I really did not want to tell this guy anything about me.

I think of something to change to topic, hoping he would stop asking about me.
" When is your ride going to be here?" I state simply, not really caring that much.
" Should be 'ere in a few minutes," he says politely, shrugging his shoulders. He glances back at the door before turning his eyes to search one of the shelves in the store.
I feel a balloon deflate within me as he walks away looking at the different CD's. Finally, he wouldn't try to bother me again. I understand that he was appreciative that I had helped him out, but he still is a stranger to me.

The bells of the front door sounds as it opens, making me look in the direction of the noise. I watch as another boy walks into the shop, this time he had chestnut curly hair that was a little too long if you ask me. That was all I saw of his face, because as he walked more into the shop, he kept his head down so his face was covered by the thick hair. Gosh, customers are getting weirder by the seconds.

" May I help you?" I ask politely, loud enough so I was sure the person could hear me. I wait for him to reply, but he totally shrugs me off and ignores my polite gesture. I clench my jaw, trying to not be irritated by the impoliteness that I had just received. Rude people really get on my nerves.

I glare at the boy as I watch him stride over to the blonde and whisper in his ear. Well then, must be his ride then. The curly guy could of just told me that, instead of blowing me off like I was some sort of disease! No, instead he has to go and be all mysterious. I have a hate for him already.

The blonde boy nods in agreement with what curls was saying, then carefully placed the CD he was holding back in its original place. Curls starts to make his way as fast as he could out of the shop, but the blonde lags behind.

" 'Tanks again," He calls over to me causing his friend to stop abruptly. " For lettin' me use yer
phone. I would 'ave 'ad to walk, more run, home if it weren't for yah help."
I smile up at the kind words the boy spoke. I nod my head eagerly to show him that I didn't mind helping him out. I watch out of the corner of my eye as Curls looks at me with the same expecting glance the blonde had looked at me earlier with. He looked like he was waiting for something to happen.

I drew my attention back to the blonde, who oddly enough hadn't moved from the spot he had been when he thanked me. I noticed too, that he watched me wearily.

I smile up in frustration at the two of them, trying to make them stop the creepiness.
" Do you need something else?" I ask tensely. I try to keep my smile as they nod there heads and finally move out of the store.
I then move my attention back to my work with one question still left in my mind,
' What were they waiting for?'

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