I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Hi, I'm Lindsay. I'm twenty. I was adopted at age two. I like to do all the stuff normal girls do for fun. But my job isn't exactly normal... I'm an assassin. I've been one since I was twelve. So, yes, I'm an experienced killer. My next target: Louis Tomlinson.


4. Starbucks

I woke up at seven in the morning, realizing I was on my couch, not my bed. I fell asleep watching tv last night. Or I guess I should say "telly" since I'm supposed to be British. Anyway, I took a quick shower and got dressed. I'm going to the signing in like two days, so until then I get time to do whatever. I decided to go to a Starbucks. Um... I have no idea where a Starbucks is... I haven't been to London in like three years.

"Excuse me, do you know where a Starbucks is?" I asked someone passing by. "Yeah, I'm going there now, why don't you come with me," he replied. I looked into his eyes. Oh snap! "You...Louis?" He chuckled and said, "Yeah, that's me." "Great... well, I'm Lindsay," I say, holding my hand out. He shakes it and we start walking. "So, Lindsay, I'm guessing you're a fan." "Kinda... Why?" "You're wearing a One Direction shirt," he said and I blushed. "Right. Yeah I'm a fan." "Cool."

We were soon at Starbucks and we sat at a table after getting coffee. "Alright, I'm guessing you know about me, but I don't know anything about you, so talk," he told me and I laughed. "Okay, well where do I start?" "Where are you from?" "Here." "And you don't know where Starbucks is?" "Okay, so I just moved here. I used to live a few miles away." "Alright." "And you're from Doncaster," I said. "Yeah. I gotta go, maybe I'll see ya around," he said, slipping me a piece of paper. It had his number on it. I guess it won't be so hard to get close to him.
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