(This will be a Phanfic chronicle)
I met him a few years ago (ahem, centuries ago when the internet was a baby. Yes, I’m a DANasour). Quite a coincidence, Starbucks was still a big thing, so I had some coffee. Then I met him, more or less the same with an even more horrible haircut than now. Anyways, I saw a mop of black hair behind a booth. I crept closer, and something sounded weird. The sound of muffled sobs were what I heard. I stepped into the booth and awkwardly patted his back. His piercing eyes were raised up to my dull ones. Is stopped patting his back, and reached my hand out “Hi, my name is Dan. I’m sorry for awkwardly patting your back earlier. Anyways, what’s your name?”
“My name is Phil. Phil Lester. And no worries, that was a pretty amazing pat.” Phil said, then cringing because of the awkwardness between us.
“Well, do you want me to buy you some coffee?” I asked politely.
“No thanks, I’ve got my own cup.” He replied, nodding his head towards his cup of coffee. I mentally slapped myself for not realising it.
“Right, I didn’t notice that,” I said, feeling my cheeks go red in cringeworthy embarrassment. We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting about our interests. We were similar in many ways. Maybe our most astonishing difference is a) our hair, and b) Phil likes lions and I’m in a back and forth with alpacas and llamas.
I began to recall this memory and I laughed quietly to myself, this was the same guy I was going to propose to in just a few days.
To be continued…