You had to stop yourself countless times from wandering around the city looking for your glowing green savior. Every time you hopped off of your couch you padded over to the door and mentally fought yourself in a fight whether to grab the keys of not.

After about 16 mental fights you gave in to your own ego and unlocked the door to the house, grabbed your phone and ran outside hopping you'd find some sign of him.

You walked through the streets and saw there was no sign of him at all, not a single sign. You decided to resort to more extreme measures.

You climbed a fire escape on one of the apartment buildings and kept climbing until you reached the top of the roof. You wore a sneaky smirk that only a professional troublemaker would wear. Time to put those years of drama class in school to use. You got into character and put on the damsel in distress crying out in pain.

You dramatically fell to the floor and grasped your leg in pain. "Owww!! The pain is unbearable! Someone! Anyone! Help me please!!" You cried out. After about three more cries of pain you decided this was truly pointless, you just laid there unmoving and thought to yourself.

"Are you alright!?" A shocked and worried voice came behind you. Your face lit up with excitement, you knew that voice. . . It was him!

But. . .you decided to keep playing. "Arghh It hurts." You whined. "What? What's wrong, let me help you." He said protectively. You couldn't do it anymore, you let out a burst of laughter and rolled onto your back. "Ahh you're so gullible, and cute." You started. ". . .Shit, did I say that out loud?" You asked nervously. He laughed and nodded.

"What are you doing out here at this hour?" He asked. "I was looking for you.......SHIT I said that out loud again!!" You shouted at yourself. He laughed and smiled at you finding you adorable. "So you come out here at this time of night just to see me, I have that effect on the ladies." He said smugly. You giggled at his humour.

"So, I guess the next step from here is to exchange numbers?" He asked innocently, smirking. "Really?! I mean. . . sure, you can have my number." You replied trying to act like it was nothing. He laughed right before using his ring to construct a pen and paper. He wrote his number down and gave it to you. "Thanks!" You said cheerily. "And yours?" He asked. You were confused at first but realised what he was asking for. "Uhh I don't have any paper or pen." You said. He constructed another paper and pen. "Fire away!" He said. You called out your number and he wrote down every digit. "Thanks." He thanked you.

You couldn't wipe your huge grin off as he waved goodbye and flew off.