Coffeshop

Throwing Jokes and Gazing

Leigh's P.O.V.

"Last stop," Riley said happily. "I hope he says hi!"

I rolled my eyes, giggling. "Of course, he will. He's an artist. He needs to stay friendly in public. That's what they're being paid for."

"He is friendly," she demanded. "Well, you know, like someone he knows already."

"I'd bet he doesn't even remember your name," I smirked as we passed a crowd and headed to the entrance where we showed our tickets. They gave us some ID passes and let us in.

"Neither your name," she said, continuing our conversation. We now stepped inside the stadium.

"He doesn't even know my name," I pointed out. "Come, this way."

Too cranky to see them, Riley ran ahead of me to get in first. I can already hear their voices - laughing and throwing jokes at each other.

The moment I entered, following Riley, my gaze immediately fell to the brown eyed boy. Our eyes locked.

He was looking my way, smiling.

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Calum's P.O.V.

They'll be here in a minute - I'm sure of it.

Gaahh, where are they?

"Waiting for someone?" A familiar voice said, whispering in my ear - Ashton.

I smirked and hit him playfully in the tummy, as I looked at him. "You'd know who."

Yes, he does. I told him all about her. How she completely sweeps me off my feet the moment I laid my eyes on her; how she freezes me on spot back at the shop. Just everything. 'Cause I know that from the moment I saw her, there's something - probably some spark, I don't know, that I can't get enough of.

And I'm dying to know her.

If only I heard what her name was. But all I know was Riley's.

"Looks like she wanted to see you too," he grinned, nodding at the entrance. I followed his gaze and, right there, I saw them.

I saw her.

"Yeah," I muttered. Riley came in, skipping happily. And following her was her - and whatever her name is, I'm going to find out. Our eyes met, as she smiled back.

And all night all I can see was her. I never took away my eyes from her.