As the sun began to settle into the sky, my shift ended. My coffee scented apron was now wrapped around its hook in my locker as I changed into my everyday clothes. I missed my cozy Rilakkuma hoodie and matching brown skirt. My outfit wasn't complete without my chocolate bar patterned leggings and tennis shoes. I had to admit, I was pretty damn kawaii. Plus, my skirt had pockets.

Don't forget your backpack this time Devon, we are not breaking into the coffee shop for a third time.

"Devon, do you need a ride home? My shift ends in five," Lizzy offered, messing with her toffee hair through the break room doorway.

"No thanks, I can walk home as long as the sun is still out," I smiled. In that instant, I remembered to put that heavenly slip of paper in my skirt pocket.

"Alrighty then. Ooh! Are you gonna call that guy? Keep me updated!" She dashed off back to her post before I could say anything.

Oh Lizzy... guess I have no choice now.

I clocked out and made my way down the road to my house. It was only a few blocks away so I didn't have to walk for too long. The sun decided to stay afloat in the marmalade sky as a cool Autumn chill surrounded me. The sidewalk was decorated with warm colors and stray pinecones as the soft crunch of the leaves brought me into a poetic state.

This would be perfect to write about for my English project...

The luxurious prison that I called home soon came into view. It was a simple, two story mansion with a fortress-like gate surrounding the proximity. I never wanted or liked that gate, but at least I convinced my dad to make the house not so upscale and vibrant. I wanted to be normal, not flamboyant.

My dad is the head of Van Buren Industries, a multimillion dollar company that does business with over 100 major countries. I was never informed of the specifics, but that's why his absence adds up to 90% of my life. He's always doing some kind of business with some country in a far away place. So much for wanting to be apart of my life.

So what is this successful rich kid doing in the suburbs of the midwest? Blame my mother I never knew.

When I reached the gate, I pressed the call button to notify Priscilla. After I confirmed that I was myself, she opened the gates. Priscilla was like the mother that I never had. Compared to my absent father, she was the only parent-like figure I had. She was the first person that I came out to... she was the first person to support me.

The red carpet pavement reminded me of my inheritance. The rich and luxurious life I was selfishly born into. Up the pumpkin decorated steps and through the Halloween themed streamers, I threw open the gateway doors. My house is literally a fairytale castle, Narnia included.

"How was commoner's work? Master Devon~?" Priscilla teased as she welcomed me inside. She knew that I hated being called that.

"Today was actually pretty smooth," I gave her a simple answer as she secured the house.

The grand staircase illuminated with a shiny gloss, glittering curtains yearned for my attention, my reflection stared back at me, and the air held the sweet scent of honey. Either Priscilla has been drinking again, or the maids came by early.

"Priscilla?" I called.

Her raspberry curls bounced on bubbly air, "Yes, Master?"

It was hard to keep a displeased face, "Have you been drinking again?"

"No~ I've been cleaning! It's lonely being in this maze of a house all day."

I think she was halfway lying.

"Okay then," I took a few steps up the stairs before looking back and asking, "Vodka or Whisky?"

Without hesitation she shouted, "Vodka! Wait... damnit Devon, that's not fair!"

"Heh, are you gonna share?" I tested, leaning against the bar.

"Of course not! As your responsible guardian, your adolescent life is in my hands. If word got out that a minor of your inheritance--"

"I got this cute guy's number and he knew I was a boy," A proud smirk spread across my face. I had won the battle.

"Well then, pick your poison. Ooh! Celebratory vodka?!"

"Hmm, how about champagne?"

"Ah, classy. Like a real aristocrat," she bantered with a wink.

"Quiet, peasant," I threw back with a sassy attitude.

"I'll prepare your glass, Master Devon," her voice trailed behind me as my room inched closer. "And no sexting before the first date!"

"Priscilla!" Embarrassed was an understatement.

I swear, Priscilla is a teenager in a twenty-nine year old body. She can be unbelievable and magnificent all at the same time. We may not be related, but I love her all the same.

Upstairs, I threw my backpack into the corner of shame. Homework can wait. My royalty bed welcomed me as I kicked off my shoes, whipped out that beautiful piece of stationery, and secured his number in my phone. Luckily he wrote his name down beside to his phone number.

Should I call him or text him? Will he even pick up? If I call, my voice will crack under pressure. If I text, I can fanboy all I want without him knowing. But what do I say?! Is there a rule to this sort of thing?

After thrashing aimlessly on my bed for ten agonizing minutes, I gathered the courage to just text him. I can't embarrass myself if it's over text... right?

Devon: Hey, it's Devon from the coffee shop~

I kid you not, he replied seconds later. Has he been waiting all this time? Was he nervous too?

Seong Jae: Hey :D I was afraid that you weren't going to text me

Devon: Sorry about that, I decided to walk home today. Tbh, I'm a little nervous...

Seong Jae: same here, tbh

Devon: You too?

Seong Jae: Yeah, I didn't expect you to keep my number

Devon: Of course I kept it! You're the first person who was still interested in me even after...

Seong Jae: I knew that you were a guy?

Devon: Well... yeah...

Seong Jae: （≧∇≦）

Devon: You're really cute, okay! >///^///<

Seong Jae: Thanks (*^o^*) You're pretty cute yourself ;)

I had to spend a couple minutes thrashing around on my bed once again from his compliment. This was a dream come true! I had such a shitty day at school, but this makes it all better. Soon I calmed down, flattened my skirt, and read his next message.

Seong Jae: How old are you? I'm seventeen. And I hope you go to my school. It would be awesome to see you every day :D

Devon: Sixteen, I'll be seventeen in June and I go to Rising High. Not even kidding, it sounds like an Idol school.

Seong Jae: Rising High? No way! I just transferred there about a month ago!

Devon: Really? Maybe we have the same lunch shift...

Seong Jae: Even better, the school's system messed up my schedule so I have new classes. I might see you in one of my classes tomorrow :DD

Devon: Wow, I actually want to go to school for once XD

Seong Jae and I talked and talked until the sun went to sleep. He was so honest and easy to talk to; this felt like a dream. The more we conversed, the more comfortable I felt. I learnt that he was the second best player on the soccer team, but he doesn't give himself that credit. He even approved of my obsession of Rilakkuma! We swapped photos: me in my Rilakkuma hoodie and and him in his Eevee hoodie.

He's really cute in that... heh, he even has his hand in front of his mouth like a Tumblr girl.

Suddenly, I remembered that I had homework to do. Algebra homework... kill me now. I sighed but quickly cheered up when I remembered that we have a chance of seeing more of each other. Maybe we could be best friends...

Devon: Sorry to cut this short, but I have to go. I sorta ditched my homework to talk to you σ(^_^;)

Seong Jae: School comes first! I must be really special to be your top priority :3

Devon: Haha, I'll see you at school right? I'll be wearing this hoodie.

Seong Jae: Yeah, I'll be looking for you. Until then! ;)

Devon: Bai :3

And with that, our conversation ended on a good note. I'd have to say, I don't think that I embarrassed myself... I think I need two shots of champagne.

Oh no! I left Priscilla to her own devices with a bottle of champagne and vodka! I don't think this house can take anymore drunk cleaning sprees...

I fell off the bed, not stopping for recovery, and dashed down the spiral staircase. The momentum caused me to glide down the stairs and barely touch the freshly waxed floor. It felt like being on an indoor ice rink!

"Priscilla!" I exclaimed towards the kitchen in an awkward position.

"Yes, Master?" She smirked knowingly from around the corner.

"I think the house is clean, please don't make it Devon proof," the wall became my best friend as a sly laugh erupted from her.

"I won't, I won't... just give me the details. Is he cute? Does he play sports? Oh! Does he have an accent?" Her words lingered on her last question as if to gain as much information as possible.

"Very, soccer, and yeah... Korean," I could feel my face heat up as she guided me to the island in the kitchen.

"Show me a picture! Did he send you a picture? No kinky stuff right?" She was bouncing on her heels like a kid in a candy store.

"No, no, no! He's just a normal person! Look, he even has an eevee hoodie," I let her examine the photo carefully for all her fanfiction needs.

She soon gave me her seal of approval: a bone crushing embrace from pure happiness.

"Two shots of champagne?" She winked.

"Two shots of champagne," I confirmed.

（≧∇≦）

"Devon~" Grace snapped me out of my sakura filled daydream. "You've been pretty spacey today, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?"

"You've been acting like Maxwell Smart all day. I wouldn't be surprised if you used your shoe as a telephone," she crossed her arms and joined me under the shade of the redwood tree.

We decided to stay in the courtyard for our free period. Believe it or not, Rising High is one of the higher paid public schools. It's the closest thing to a Private school without all the stuck-up rich kids.

"If I'm Maxwell Smart, then are you Agent 99?" I quizzed.

"You know it! So, who are we stalking?"

Grace and I were partners in crime. Where ever I went, she was there. Grace wasn't much for fashion, but she was in love with the pastel gothic lolita style. Her pastel purple hair, multi-band wristbands, and skull charmed choker were her trademarks. In all honesty, she was my idol.

"It's not stalking if I'm looking for someone..."

"Sure, and I'm the queen of England," she was not amused.

"Grace~" I wailed, "I'm seriously looking for someone! I know what he looks like but--"

"He? He? Don't tell me that you've found a boyfriend before me!" She erupted a little too loudly.

"Shhhh! Don't be so loud!" I whisper-shouted with strawberry cheeks, covering her mouth with both hands.

She looked at me with mischievous eyes before doing the unthinkable.

"Ew! Why did you lick me?!" Her DNA was now plastered on my hands. I wiped it off frantically like she had a disease.

She licked her lips as if to be deep in thought, "Why do your hands taste melon soda?"

"Don't change the subject! What did I say about licking people?" Grace was too busy laughing her ass off to notice my distress.

"Awe, you look so cute when you're flustered," a voice from above echoed behind me.

When I flipped around, my heart skipped a beat. It was him. Seong Jae. Staring down at me with those deep galaxy eyes and soft smile. He leaned against the tree, rocking that Eevee hoodie with ears and a printed tail. I never realized how tall he was. He must have been only a few inches taller than myself, but his shadow felt massive.

Grace looked between us and placed the pieces together. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree, I think my facial expression gave it away.

"You were looking for...? Oh... Oh!" She then leaned in and whispered, "Get some of that hot Korean ass for me."