All It Took Was One Look

Vanessa is a seventeen year old average girl. She doesn't get noticed much in school, and is always out looking at the wonders of her home town London England. As she's wandering about late at night she runs into a guy that changes her life forever.


2. The Coffee Shop

It was getting dark outside, so I decided to go somewhere indoors near here, I hopped into my Jeep and headed off to the Coffee Shop which was right around the corner. 

I entered the Coffee Shop, with my book still in my hand, with my cell phone as well.

Usually the only two things I carry around unless I carry my sketch book, homework, iPad, or laptop. But as of right now, just keeping it simple.

I guess you could say I was a nerd. A big one.

I went and ordered a hot decaf coffee as it was pretty chilly outside. 

I went and sat at a booth, as I was sipping my drink, and reading some more. The place was pretty crowded for it being 9:18 PM with the sun setting. I decided to block everyone out as I kept reading and reading.

I was pretty attached to this book, I couldn't get my eyes off of it.


It was 12 AM and empty, but the Coffee Shop is open all night, so I might stay for a while longer. As I flipped a page in my book, I heard a familiar voice talking as it stepped into the shop. I shifted my eyes from the book slowly to the door and saw Devon standing there staring at me.

I got instant butterflies, which I have no idea why, but I looked back down at my book. I looked down to the ground quickly as I saw his feet approaching. I was starting to get nervous, and I don't know why.

"Wow, you surely cannot take your eyes off that book can you mate?" he said, as he shoved his hands in his two front pockets.

"Mate?" I asked giggling, looking up at him.

"Is everything I do funny to you?" he asked.

"Eh," I breathed, as I couldn't help but to smile.

"Why are you here at midnight?" he asked.

"I don't know, why are you?" I asked right back, raising my eyebrows.

"Hmm, you want to smart ass me?" he smirked.

"No," I said, as I put my eyes back on my book.

"You should maybe start looking up," he said, as his hands were still in his pockets.

"Maybe you should start reading," I snapped.

"Wow you are snappy," he inhaled deeply, looking away from my face.

I picked up my coffee, as I looked back up at him.

"Get some coffee do your thing, and I'll do mine okay?" I asked, about to sip my coffee as he snatched my coffee.

"Kay, I got my coffee," he said, as he sat across from me in my booth. "and I got my thing."

"And what do you mean by that?" I asked, as I closed my book, leaning back, staring at him intently.

"You," he half smiled.

"Wow, you are cheesy," I huffed, as I tried to snatch my coffee back, but his grip was too strong.

"Give me my coffee back," I demanded.

"No, not until I have a sip," he smirked at me.

Was he being serious? This guy I barley know was going to sip my drink I already drank out of?

"No, don't you dare sip my coffee," I said, as I started fuming up.

"You can't stop me," he smirked as the coffee got closer to his big lips.

"Give me my coffee Devon!" I shouted.

His eyebrows raised up, as he looked surprised, and he put my coffee down on the table as he had no grip anymore.

"Devon eh? You remember my name? And not my nick name either, my actual name you heard me say once?" he asked smiling devilishly.

"Yeah, I mean I don't have a short term memory span," I scoffed.

"Nah, you were thinking of me weren't you?" he asked, still smiling that evil, yet adorable smile.

"No, actually I wasn't. I was reading unlike some people," I said annoyed, as I opened my book, and started reading again.

Devon wouldn't wipe that stupid smile off of his face, as he hushed up for a little, as he leaned back. I saw him inspecting my face, and I didn't need to inspect his. I already did, but more secretly. He has dark brown hair, and bright eyes. They were hazel green, and they were memorizing. His hair was spiked up by some hair gel. And he had a grey buttoned shirt on, and some light tan long Khakis, with white converse. He seemed a tad classy, by the way he dressed at least.

As for me I look like an utter mess. I have my long brown hair up in a messy bun, and my dark brown eyes had bags under them, because I haven't slept for three days straight, with barley any makeup on. I was wearing a plain white short sleeved t-shirt, and long grey sweat pants, with some black and white converse.

"Are you cold?" he asked me.

I didn't look up from my book, because if I did I feel like I would blush.

"Hmm?" I muttered.

"You heard me," he said, still looking at my face closely.

I didn't say anything.

"It's fifty-four degrees and raining. We are in London not the desert. How are you wearing that short sleeved shirt and be out all day?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"I'm used to the cold," I mumbled under my breath, pretending to read my book but wasn't actually reading a word.

Devon didn't respond.

"Besides I have this hot coffee," I said, not knowing if I should look up at him.

"That you wouldn't let me sip," he chuckled.

I kind of chuckled back, as I started feeling a little hot in my cheeks. I couldn't look up at him now.

"What's your name? And for real this time camera girl," he said smiling, but not devilishly this time. Just normally.

I got the courage to look up at his smiling face, as I noticed he had great big white teeth.

"I'm Allison. Call me Ally," I told him.

"Ally hmm? I like that name," he complimented.

I half smiled at him.

"I already know yours though Dev," I giggled.

He chuckled, and I saw him turn a bit red.

I looked down at my book, as I saw a hand on it as the hand shut it closed with no book mark in it. 

"Dude! There's no book mark in there!" I exclaimed looking at Devon angrily.

"Dude you're smart you'll find it," he smiled.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"I gotta get going anyway," I said, as I started adjusting myself to leave the booth, as I grabbed my coffee.

"Wait, one question," Devon stopped me from getting up.

"And that is?" I asked.

"How old are you?" he asked randomly.

"Ummm..." I stammered.

"Tell me," he budged.

"I'm seventeen," I said under my breath.

He nodded, like he looked relieved.

"You?" I asked.

"Just turned eighteen," he responded.

I nodded, as I got up from the booth.

"Can I count on seeing you here or at the park later?" he asked, half smiling.

"Eh, if you stalk hard enough," I smirked, as I walked out of the Coffee Shop.  


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