There he was again. That beautiful, carefree boy, running his fingers through his tousled hair without a care in the world. His wire frame glasses would sometimes fall down his nose, when he laughed hard at a joke his friends made. He was so handsome. Not that Lily noticed, of course.

She had seen him on a few occasions in her local coffee shop. She'd originally come in to work without the distraction of Petunia's whale of a boyfriend, seeing as she needed to work towards her A Levels instead of mocking Vermin- sorry, Vernon. But then he walked in and sat goofing around with his mates, and after a couple of hours Lily was left wondering how she had gotten so little work done.

She visited the coffee shop more frequently after that, telling herself that it wsa because she needed to study and she couldn't do that efficiently at home, but she always left with a disappointed feeling if he never showed. And he hadn't shown for a couple of weeks. Obviously, people don't go to coffee shops as often as she did.

She'd almost convinced herself that maybe she should stop going so often, when he walked through the door again. She stared absentmindedly at him as he walked through the door, the chilly November air drafting through the shop. She didn't even realise she was staring until he caught her eye and winked.

Her face burned as she looked back down at her work. Her English Literature essay was suddenly a lot more interesting than it had been a few minutes ago. She let the embarrassment wear off slightly, focusing once again on the narrative style of Charles Dickens' Great Expectations.

Having zoned out, focusing solely on her essay, she didn't notice when he sat down in front of her, only being knocked out of her bubble when he spoke to her.

"Hi." He grinned cheekily, his voice like velvet. "I'm James, James Potter. I saw you staring at me when I came in, so I couldn't pass up the opportunity to introduce myself to a beautiful young lady such as yourself." He winked at her, and she felt her insides melting.

"I'm Lily Evans. And I wasn't staring, I was glaring at you because you let all the heat out when you opened the door, and let all the cold air in. It was really quite rude."

"Was it now? Besides, you didn't look like you were glaring. If that's how cute you look when you're angry, I'd love to see how pretty you are when you're happy."

"Well currently I'm annoyed that you're distracting me from my essay, is that cute enough for you?"

He laughed heartily, and Lily felt the sudden urge to capture that laugh and preserve it forever.

"I like you, Evans. You're feisty, just how I like it."

"And you're arrogant, just how I like my enemies."

Despite her many (halfhearted) efforts, he didn't budge, or leave her be. As she was about to leave, he grabbed her hand and scribbled something on it.

She looked at the scrawl, dubiously.

"What's this?"

"My number, so we can continue this riveting conversation."

"You're assuming I want to see you again?"

"Very much so, since you haven't been able to keep your eyes off of me this whole time."

"You're so full of it."

"You love it. Text me." He winked again.

"We'll see."

Funnily enough, when she got home the numbers on her hand took up most of her focus, along with the boy who had written them on her hand. She stared at the for a good twenty minutes, her thoughts at war with each other. Eventually, she thought, to hell with it all, and entered his number into her phone.

[to: potter; 7:43pm]
it's unfair that i have your number and you don't have mine. -lily

[from: potter; 7:45pm]
I knew you'd text me ;)

[to: potter; 7:48pm]
don't get too cocky

[from: potter; 7:54pm]
you know you love it ;)

She sighed, shaking her head. Then she smiled to herself. Her life certainly wouldn't be boring with a certain messy haired, bespectacled boy around to make things interesting.