I rolled around in my sheets slowly opening up my eyes. I was unsure if I wanted to leave the warmth of my bed so soon. Saturday mornings were among my favorite things since I didn't have work or any appointments that I had to attend. I had a whole day to myself to do what I wanted with.

Rolling over to my night stand I grasped my phone that was cold to the touch as I slid it open revealing my home screen. All I could think about was the boy in the coffee shop, why was I so intrigued with him? I had only met him twice tops yet I yearned for his company.

Scrolling through my contacts I landed on his reading his name over and over trying to come to a conclusion on what I should do. I was never the one to make the first move or even the one that would text first but maybe things could change. Maybe I could change into someone else, be someone besides the Rowan I am currently.

The Rowan I am now is so distant from the old Rowan. Everything about the old Rowan seemed to dissipate into the air, leaving no trace of her behind. While some miss her other never knew she existed, all they ever knew was the girl they see now.

Taking in a deep breath I closed my eyes pressing the message bubble that resided next to his name.

Was I really going to do this?

If I wanted his company I had to do something about it. I couldn't just wait around wishing for something to happen, I had to take matters into my own hands. Put myself out there for him to see me.

Rowan: Hey it's Rowan!

I began typing pressing send and feeling anxiety rush through my veins. I had never done this before! Wavy was he going to say? Should I have started the conversation differently? My eyes widened when I saw the text bubble pop up indicating he was typing to respond.

Harry: Ummm I think you've got the wrong number, this is Marcel.

Reading the first sentence I began to panic, until I kept reading and knew right away I did in fact have the right number. Rolling my eyes with a laugh I than responded.

Rowan: Your cute

Harry: I know I am, that's why your texting me in the first place right?

The smile that had formed began to grow as I read over his response to my messages to him. What was it about him that made me smile like a complete idiot? Surely there was a logical reason for why he was making me smile constantly just looking at his name.

Rowan: Don't flatter yourself, I was merely feeling sorry for you. I thought I should have reached out to be nice.

Harry: Shots fired! Well then, if this was merely pity, why than do you come by the shop so often? I know it's not for the coffee;)

Rowan: I'm pretty sure that pumpkin spiced latte was enough to keep me coming back. My "basicness" was beckoning!

Harry: That does ring true!

Rowan: Whatever maybe if you tasted it you would feel differently!

Harry: Although I admire you embracing your basicness, I tend to not embrace mine;)

Rowan: Well at any rate I was thinking about coming by later for my coffee fix, I wouldn't mind seeing you there.

I began typing this response before I realized I was being very forward. Talking to Harry brought out an entirely different girl that I was eager to discover.

Harry: In other words your asking me out?

I blushed at his reply to my last message. I guess I really was asking him out in a round about way.

Rowan: If you want to see it that way than sure, I'll be there at 12 if you do feel so inclined;)

Harry: I'll see you around 12 than just Rowan!

Rolling my eyes at his little nickname he pinned to me I touched the cold wooden floor beneath my feet. Finding my knee high socks at the end of my bed I slipped them on and turned on my turntable that echoed music through out my little apartment.

In the process of making some tea I began to worry about what I should wear to my coffee date. I haven't had to worry about my outfit of choice in quiet a long time since I hadn't been in a relationship since I was eighteen. Now twenty one I had realized how long it had really been since I had ever taken interest in a possible romantic relationship. I didn't think I was cut out for romantic relationships with my current track record of failed after failed relationship.

I had dated all through high school and even a bit in college until I dropped out to do what I wanted. All the boys that had fancied me were all the same, all looking for the same thing. Every time I thought they actually loved me when really their only intent was to get into my pants.

Sipping on my tea I swayed to the music that picked up in tempo as I moved to my closet scanning through my possible options for clothing. Surely I couldn't go out in what I was wearing now although pajamas brought me comfort it was not appropriate for going out into public with my big over sized t-shirt and knee high socks. Although Harry would most likely disagree with an opposing view.

Settling on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved white shirt I began to circulate through my coats and gloves picking ones that would look good together. Finishing up my tea I went on to put the mug in my sink to accompany the other from the night before.

Pulling my hair into a ponytail and coating my face with various makeup products I finally found myself to look presentable. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath before looking back at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

I could do this.

Swinging my bag over my shoulder I set out into the afternoon autum air that brushed against my exposed skin. Dipping my hands into my coat pockets I absorbed the beauty before me while others bustled around the streets with no concern for the world around them. The sound of car horns and traffic played as the city soundtrack while everyone scurried to their destinations.

Coming up to the shop I looked inside the glass windows seeing Harry sat at a table writing away in a leather bound journal with his pen gliding across the page. His focus set on the words he painted in the blank pages of his journal. Walking again the familiar bell made a ringing sound that alerted Harry as he shot his head up and smiled instantly upon seeing my arrival. I could help but hold back a smile as well seeing his dimples carved into his cheeks that I had come to admire.

I walked over to the table where Harry sat, two coffees residing on the wooden surface as I sat across from Harry.

"Hey!" I greeted settling into my seat.

"Hey, so I did the honor of ordering us both coffee." Harry handed me one of the coffees that I gladly accepted.

"Thank you, what is it?" I asked his putting my lips up to the cup while keeping my eyes on him.

"Only the best drink you will ever taste." He sipped his own drink before making a "mmm" sound to go along with his brilliant choice of a coffee beverage.

I began to mimic him while taking small sips of his drink of choice. Letting the warm liquid graze over my tongue I came to the conclusion that he had given me a Cappuccino.

"So you're the Cappuccino type than?" I asked him enjoying the warm liquid and foam drink.

"Right you are. Anyway I'm sure you didn't ask me here to talk about my coffee preference. So are you from around here?" Harry dove in with the basic information one would share with another in order to get to know someone.

"Born and raised, judging from your accent I'm going to take it that you're not." I implied to his british accent that I found extremely attractive.

"I moved here when I was six and haven't left since." He responded as I began coming up with questions in my head for him.

"Did you live in England?" I asked with curiosity swirling around in my head. I had always found the England culture a beautiful one.

"Cheshire, a little town called Holmes Chapel." He told me taking another sip of his drink. "Enough about me! What about you?"

"What about me?" I gave him a puzzled look not wanting to stray from him. Harry brought me to such curiosity. Why does one move from England all the way to Portland Oregon?

"Well why don't we start with your last name?" He began looking at me with teasing eyes.

"Why is it so important for you to know a name?" I tilted my head waiting for one of his answers that always seemed to captivate me.

"Why don't you want to tell anyone?" He rebutted back. I thought it would be a better idea to just tell him rather than tell him the reason behind why I didn't want him to know.

"Cadwell." I said finally taking a drink of my coffee.

"Cadwell? Why does that sound so familiar?" I saw as Harry dove into thought.

"Just one of those names I guess." I tried to derail his thought process. "Why did you move from England?"

"I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear that long drawn out story." He shook off looking to the glass window.

"We have time." I wrapped my fingers around my cappuccino feeling it warm my hands immediately upon contact.

"What do you do for a living?" Harry tried to change the topic to which I complied seeing he wasn't up for telling me about his move to America.

"I am a photographer." I told him with a small smile on my lips.

I had always had a passion for creating and capturing beautiful moments in time. Memories were the only things we had and I wanted to hold on to every single one I could. One of my walls in my apartment was coated with photographs I had taken of memories I admired the most. I smiled to myself thinking about the wall coated in various moments in time that I found I never wanted to forget.

"What about you?" I asked him wondering if he only worked here or if he wanted to achieve something greater.

"I'm doing university right now for a degree in music. I want to be a music teacher if I can't make a solo career."

"Do you sing?" I followed up intrigued by his music interest.

"Sure." He shrugged though I could tell he was most likely being modest about his talent.

"Come on now! For someone majoring in music and trying to strive for a musical career I bet you have a nice set a pipes." I complimented without actually hearing what he sounded like.

After a few more hours of talking about ourselves time moved through quickly. The sun was suddenly hidden behind the cityscape once the afternoon became the evening.

"Is it really already five?" I checked my phone seeing I had missed several texts and calls from my mother.

"I can't believe we have been here since twelve!" Harry pushed hair away as he sighed and stretched out.

"Me either well, you know what they say." I looked at Harry while collecting my things.

"No, what do they say?" I could see that cheeky smirk sneak onto Harry's lips as we both stood up.

"Times flies when you're having fun!" I gave him an overly dramatic face causing him to laugh.

"Do they really say that though? I'm pretty sure my mother was the only one that ever said that." I laughed at him while we walked out of the shop together my hand accidentally brushing up against his before I pulled away.

feeling embarrassed by our skin contact I expected him to say something smart to embarrass me further but he acted as though it had never happened.

"Well that was fun thank you for meeting me." I told Harry outside of the coffee shop we had resided in for hours.

"I enjoyed myself as well." I could feel his hand began to touch mine again as I held back blushes from the touch. Not knowing what to do from here I swiped my hand away to open back up the space between us.

"I'll keep in contact, you're not too bad to be around." I winked at him before turning away he could say another word. Disappearing into the crowd of others that walked past us I looked back to see his smile before he than headed in the opposite direction.