To understand the great meaning of Starbucks, you have to go there at least twenty-four times. I had been there over one hundred... Probably. To me, Starbucks is a safe second home, I have my favourite drinks and the same people who feel the same way as me. Until one day where a new customer came in. Starbucks.. That's where I met.. Him. I did not know his name, but I could hear the harps of the angels reaching down to me, they were saying, "I ship it" It was almost as if God was giving me the 'okay' and that's good enough confidence for me to go up and say hello. The way his jaw moved when he talked, the somewhat blonde hair that stood out from all the other guys. Did he have a girlfriend already? Am I falling for a stranger? Thoughts rushed through my head, it made me more and more nervous to go up to him, but I was already half way. I couldn't go back now, for one, I'd look like an idiot for standing up for no good reason. I tapped his shoulder. But it was at that moment I realized I didn't know what to say. "Hello.." or "My name is.." Those were too simple minded. I opened my mouth and without realizing it I said, 

"Have I seen you around before?" The moment of truth, would he respond? I could see him turning around in surprise of the sudden strike of conversation.

"Oh, Uh.. Do you go to West Hills High?" His voice was deeper than expected, which was amazing. He sounded older, mature. Would he think of me as a child? The high school named surprised me though, It was the high school I go to. This situation just got easier to deal with, we have something in common! "I actually do, maybe that's where I've seen you from." He smiled. I knew what to do now, I'd take action so I don't miss the chance! "Would you like do come sit with me?"

He nodded, "Let me order first." 

I sat down and drank my latte, feeling extremely proud of myself. I watched him order, I admired the way his body moved. Was it possible to like someone this much? It almost hurt.

Few chats and small talk led to getting to know each other, I think you could consider us friends, from public eye we look like friends, right? I had hoped so. We were getting along nicely, I could tell that he liked me in some way, he listened and responded with long and detailed answers. It wasn't shady or shallow, it was almost as if he wanted to be a close friend or a... Lover? It was too soon to decide that. I looked into his blue eyes, holding up the conversation at a preppy and delightful pace. I didn't want the moment to end.

"So, we're becoming friends like this but I don't even know your name" He laughed, it was the first time he laughed. He felt comfortable with me. This is a good sign. "Oh my god, I didn't even realize! I'm Nicole!" I responding, laughing with him, he was no stranger at Starbucks anymore, he was a good friend and someone that I'd love to get to know more. He smiled as he found out my name, did he like my name? Will I like his? "I'm Bor. It's verrry nice to meet you, Nicole!" His voice was in a happy tone. It made me feel happy. I was even more happy to find out his name.. Bor... Bor.... It was different. The first time I've ever heard a name like that. It'll probably be the last time too. "How interesting, that's an unusual name." He nodded to my response, he had probably got the same response from all the other people he met. "It's really different," Yep, different is how you'd describe it, "But I like it. It gives me character. I'm probably the only person with the name, Bor too. " The glass is half full. He's a positive thinker. He's just getting even more amazing as the minutes go by.

A simple Saturday afternoon has never been more special to me. Bor left after about 30 minutes. 30 minutes is a long time to sit at a coffee shop. It felt so short.. I lusted for more. He was a drug to me, and have never felt this way before. I looked at my phone, I had gotten his number. I didn't want to seem too attached so I decided to let him text me first. 

The hard part was waiting for him