Connor grabbed his camera and left his house. He began walking down the cold sidewalk to downtown, all the while getting a few people noticing him and asking for pictures. He was glad he put a smile on some peoples faces.

He got to the Anthropologie downtown and searched for some new clothes or decorations. His house needed some more color, even though he still needed to unpack a lot of stuff. He found a decent amount of decorations, lights, a big lamp, and a few shirts. Most of it was on clearance, luckily, otherwise he would've been screwed.

Connor sighed in relief after he left the store. He never spends that much money- or wants to anyway. He took a breather and walked to Dark Roast down the road with his three big shopping bags in hand. He hummed along to one song he heard in anthropologie, not knowing the singer or the words, but the nice rhythm. 

Once he entered Dark Roast, the familiar smells and atmosphere greeted him. He smiled and placed his bags down at a table, and sat down. A waitress came up to him seconds later, and Connor ordered what he typically got.

She brought Connor's drink back quickly, and he took a sip happily. While checking his phone, he felt a pair of eyes watching him. He turned around and saw a handsome young man drinking tea, watching Connor.

He waved at the boy, who waved back graciously. Weird, thought Connor. He continued his coffee drinking and Instagram scrolling until the boy sat down across from him. 

Connor looked up to see the boys big sea blue eyes staring back at him. "Hello," he said in an Australian accent. He held out his hand and Connor shook it with a smile. "I'm Troye."

"Connor."

"Sorry to bother you, I saw your  shopping bags- and by the way I was there earlier- and wanted to say you have a good sense of style since you went there."

Connor laughed, "Thanks?"

Troye blushed furiously, "Anyway,"

"Yeah, anyway."

Connor pulled his phone back up, trying to show the boy he didn't want to talk anymore. Not to be rude, just that he felt extremely uncomfortable.

The boy stood up and placed down a little card. "Bye, Con." Troye sai, leaving Dark Roast with Connor's mouth slightly open.

"Well then," Connor quietly chuckled to himself. He grabbed the small card and put in Troye's number instantly. "I guess that wasn't strange for him after all."

(A/N: that picture is of a coffee shop in my town actually- anyway that's what I pictured Dark Roast to look like. Thank you all for reading!)