"Ian," You shout in surprise, "Wh…what are you doing here?"
"I'd go anywhere," He says, "Just to see you."
"I never forgot you," You say.
3 years ago…
Los Angeles, CA – June 1…
You just got here, your first day vacationing in la, and someone rear ends your car.
"Damn it," You curse.
You turn off your car and get out, ready to chew the other person out. That is, until you see him; blue eyes, brownish hair, you recognize him vaguely.
"I'm so sorry," He says nervously.
You smile at his shyness.
"It's okay, I guess," You say, "It doesn't look TOO bad, I suppose."
You pull out your phone and call 911.
"Are you okay?" He asks.
"I'm fine," You say, "What about you?"
"Fine," He says, "By the way, I'm Ian."
"(y/n)," You say, "Nice to meet you."
The both of you stand in awkward silence until you speak up.
"You look familiar, Ian," You say.
"Ever heard of Smosh," He asks.
"Yeah," You say, "I've seen some of their videos."
That's a lie, you've actually seen most of their videos. Ian scratches his head nervously and fidgets with his phone.
"Are you from around here," He asks.
"No," You say, "Illinois."
You tap your fingers on the dent in your car.
"Yeah, I'll pay for that," Ian says.
The police arrive later and you and Ian explain what happened. Ian gets a ticket, you assume, and then the police leave.
"You should probably see a doctor," Ian worries, "Can you still drive the car?"
"I think so," You say, "The car and I should be okay to drive."
He smirks.
"Good," Ian says, "Umm… do you want to come to the Smosh office? To umm… talk about how I'll pay for this."
"Okay," You say, "Sure."
He takes a small piece of paper and scribbles something on it.
"How's five," He asks.
"Good."
He hands you the paper with an address and time on it.
"Tell the front desk you need to talk to Ian Hecox."
"Got it."
Ian's POV
"There is NO chance," Anthony says.
"Dude, she's…"
"You rammed her with your car," He interrupts.
"Yes, I know. But maybe…"
"You're an idiot."
"Probably," I say.
The phone on my desk rings. I answer it.
"Ian, there's a girl here for you," Kim, the front office lady says, "She says her name is (y/n)."
"Be right there," I say, and hang up the phone.
I go down to the lobby, where (y/n) is waiting.
"Hey Ian," She says.
"Hey, (y/n)," I say, "Glad you could make it. Umm…follow me."
She follows me across the lobby to the hallway.
"Where are we going," She asks.
"The break room," I say.
In the break room, the both of us sit in silence for a moment.
"Umm…" I interrupt.
"Right," She says, "The crash."
"Yeah."
"So I went to the hospital," She says, "They gave me an xray. Nothing was broken."
"That's good," I say, "What about the car?"
"About four hundred or so to fix," She says.
"Look, you don't have to worry. I'll pay for everything, I promise."
She nods, and I catch her staring at me.
"Are you okay," I ask.
She shakes her head then looks at me.
"Yeah," She says, "Just…spacing out."
Boy, she's pretty. Ian, you idiot. You think you have a chance with a girl like this?
"Um…yeah," I say, "So…"
"Do you want to go for coffee sometime?" She interrupts.
I raise an eyebrow. Is she…asking me on a date?
"Too soon?" She asks, and I realize I've been staring at her for far too long.
"Uhh…no," I say, "Of course I'll go get coffee with you."
"What time?"
I sit and think about it. If she's being bold, I might as well give it a try.
"How's right now?" I ask, "We have a coffee machine. I can make some."
She smiles.
"Sounds great," She says.
Holy shit! She said yes! I get up to go get the coffee machine. It's in a cupboard, and I set it on the counter and plug it in.
"Any specific flavor," I ask.
"Regular," She says.
I make the coffee and fill two cups.
"Do you want any sugar," I ask.
"Yeah," She says, "Just a little."
"A little?"
"Three packets."
"Okay," I say, and pour the packets into a cup and stir it, "Creamer?"
"Nah," She says.
I put some sugar in my coffee and bring both cups to our table.
"Thank you," She says, and takes her cup.
"So," I start, "How long have you been in LA?"
"This is my first day on vacation," She says, "I got off the plane this morning."
"Bad luck, huh?" I kid.
"Yeah," She says, "I was going to the beach, but I guess I'll just go tomorrow."
"Well, I could drive you," I say, "If your car is still in the shop."
"Um.. yeah, sure," She says.
I take out my cell phone.
"Here," I say, "Put your number in the contacts. So I can call you."
She hands me her cell phone. I proceed to add my name to contacts.
"Thanks," I say when she hands me my phone, "Call me tommarro when you're ready."
She nods and sips her coffee.
"You don't say much," I say lightly.
"I'm nervous around strangers," She says.
I smile.
"That's okay," I say, "A lot of people don't know this, but I'm kind of shy around people."
"I can tell," She kidded.
"Especially around pretty girls."
She smiles and blushes a little.