Y/n woke up at around 4:30 in the morning. This was like midnight to her. The eggos didn't really cut it and she was still hungry. She shuffled downstairs and opened the fridge. I literally have nothing to eat.

She sighed and got in her car to go to the little shop close by to get something eat. She didn't change or brush out my hair or anything. Let them think what they want.

Y/n actually loved to drive, it was her favorite thing to do other than play games. Part of her wanted to take the long way or go to a shop farther away to take in the beauty of the city at night but the other part of her was screaming for sleep.

When she showed up, after taking the long way, there were only about three or four other cars in the parking lot. She walked in and went straight to the chip isle. She grabbed a can of Pringles, her favorite flavor, of course. She also grabbed a bottle of her favorite drink on her way to check out. There was only one cashier but he was checking someone else at the moment. The guy was also buying chips. He had light brown hair and from what she could see, ice blue eyes.

After he bought his items, Y/n set the Pringles and drink on the counter. She paid for her stuff and headed out to her car. Y/n noticed the guy with brown hair dropping his keys. He mumbled something under his breath and picked them back up.

"Slippery keys?" she asked while giggling a little, not really bothering to actually stop but just slowing down her pace some.

"Heh, I guess so." He said with a shy smile.

She walked past him but tripped on the curb and biffed it, her face plowing right into her car door. She groaned a little as she slumped to the ground.

"Oh! Geez are you okay?" asked the guy as he helped her up. She turned around to face him, leaning against her car as he searched her face for any injuries.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She didn't feel fine, really. He lightly grabbed her chin and brought her face up.

"You have a split lip and possibly a bruised cheek."

"I've had worse," she cracked a smile. She got lost in his eyes but soon snapped out of it, blushing. "I, uh, should get going, you know, gotta clean up... my face."

"Oh, right. Sorry, feel better," he responded. She smiled at him before getting in her car and driving off.

Y/n would have enjoyed the drive home, swooning over the guy at the shop, but her face hurt too much and she just wanted to get home and eat her pringles.

She pulled into the driveway and heaved herself out of her car. She tossed her keys in the little clay bowl she made in high school after she walked inside. She made her way to the bathroom and checked out her face. A bruise was already starting to form on her cheek and her lip looked pretty bad, considering she was trying to not bleed on herself or on her car on the way home.

She washed her face and went upstairs to go back to bed, of course after having some pringles before hand. She had to be to work early that morning so she really should've been in bed.

Laurence thought he had made a fool of himself by dropping his keys but thankfully the girl thought it was funny.

He felt bad that she face planted right into her car and he hoped she was okay. He kept replaying the moment of when she stared into his eyes over and over.

After she pulled out of the parking lot Laurence also left. It looked like he was following her at first so he decided to take the long way home to not be a stalker.

For some reason, he couldn't get his mind off of her. He mentally kicked himself for not even asking for her name. He dismissed these thoughts as he would probably never see her again, although they did live in the same area.

When he got home, he walked past Dante and Nicole, both out cold on the couch. He made a mental note to tease Dante about it later and went up to his room, breaking out his favorite book and reading until the sun came up.

Edited