As I left the school I called my manager. We got on well. She was a lovely, bubbly character. She said that I was able to quit by the end of today, but I needed to do my shift for this day to collect money. This didn't bother me at all.

I entered the café through the side entrance. It was very modern, but very casual. Mostly, it was painted in white with a few areas of exposed brick behind the counter. There were some cakes and pies behind the counter but mostly things were prepared in the small kitchen. Huge windows looked out onto the gardens which lay upon it. On beautiful, sunny days, this meant the café was packed. Today was not one of those days.

"Hi Phil!" Emily chirped from behind the counter.

Me and Emily were the youngest people working in the café. For this reason, we were always put behind the counter because we were chatty and a good face. It made everybody think it was lively inside.

I entered the area and gave her a huge hug. "Today is my last day," I told her. She wasn't pleased, but she said it would be good for a break.

"How will Leonardo cope!?" she cried jokingly.

This was an inside joke of ours. Leonardo was not this man's name, but boy did we want it to be. Every day, the same man would walk in, asking for some form of pie, and spend the entire day composing music. He said he was Italian and spoke Italian: he even had the Italian accent. However, one of our newer employees also speaks Italian and tried to speak to him. All he did was giggle and walk away. She asked where in Italy was he from.

Over time, it became a bigger joke. He started to come in with weird clothes. On this particular day, he was wearing a green top, a brown kilt, fishnet tights and platform heels. He was also experimenting with his hair, so there were some green dreadlocks in his hair too. It was odd. I certainly didn't like serving him.

"I wonder how he currently copes with life," I joked, putting my apron on.

I served a few customers, with little a sing along to the radio in between. Usually we played just national radio in the café, it was only on special occasions which we changed.

"Oh Phil." The manager was coming up to me, with big open arms. She was strange, but we had respect for each other. I went into the hug.

"I know, I'm sorry," I said.

She hushed me, not wanting to know. Her mentality was that she didn't mind, but just wanted us to be OK. This was the best mentality for any employer to have, but it could be the wrong business move at times it seemed.

"For when you're done, I've left your money with your stuff and a cupcake. We will miss you, do come back and visit."

It was only 5 pm and she was becoming sentimental. I still had an hour left.

"And I'm going to put on a song you love, just for you."

This got me excited. I wasn't too sure if I'd expressed my music taste often. It was odd and ranged from rock to anime music to country music – if Taylor Swift counts. I wanted to see how well she knew me, but then again, I think I would have loved any song she would have put on.

That was when Madness by Muse started to play.

It wasn't necessarily pop, but it wasn't a rock song either. It was like a techno indie mix, if I were to put a genre on it. I couldn't help but bop around. I couldn't dance, but I could bop. My 'bop' included doing a vertical Mexican wave in my body whilst turning around and mouthing the music in every direction I could. I could hear Emily laughing at me.

The laughter to me meant do more and make it embarrassing.

I started to sing it in different voices. The Mexican wave moved into my arms. My voice began to imitate the guitars, trying to reach the high notes which I thought my voice could reach. Emily let me know, I could certainly not reach them. When the final chorus hit, I closed my eyes, letting my entire body free, into this amazing Mexican wave which collapsed. Collapsed right on the floor as I tried to dramatize my bop.

My arms reached up to Emily, as if I was begging for help as I sung. But it was not reaching to Emily. As I opened my eyes I saw a customer. He was standing right in front of me, looking down at me and sniggering.

I stood up, staring at the man dressed in black. My face scrunched up into a snigger too. I could feel my cheeks turning into a rosy pink as I made eye contact. His brown eyes locked with me.

"Hi," I said awkwardly, letting out a huge, disgusting noise with it. I couldn't contain my laughter.

"You know," he began. "I came in here to hear my favourite song and get a coffee."

I was braced for some form of horrific insult or complaint. Either would have been understandable.

"I think I've just seen the best dance to it too. Teach me it maybe?"

We both laughed. From underneath a navy hoody, I saw a Muse t-shirt. I should have seen it when I first looked.

"We also have the same hairstyle," he said. "We could mirror it!"

By this time, my sides were hurting. That would be hilarious. I'm not sure if I could stand that. His hair was a dark brown, with a fringe brushed to the side. Mine was similar, but black. We could have been twins, but I don't think a twin of mine would look so attractive.

"It took me a lifetime to have that sort of skill, do you have 17 years?" I asked, giggling.

"Well I've spent my 17 years of life currently learning nothing, so maybe dancing will be the one thing that sticks," he replied, laughing too.

"Ah. That's a shame. I only bop."

He laughed, introducing himself. Daniel Howell, he called himself. A nice, simple name. It was no Jupiterious Astranasious or something difficult. Just Daniel Howell.

"So what school are you in?" I asked him.

"Kingston, you?"

"Oh, same. Wait. Why haven't I seen you around then?"

He looked at me and smiled.

"I haven't actually been before. I moved here two days ago to be with my Dad. He doesn't move around like my Mum does so it will be better. I'm starting after the half term."

"So, I'm the first person you've met? Let me take your number so you at least know someone there!"

We exchanged numbers, and he said he would text me in the holidays. He seemed to cool and down to earth. I couldn't help but feel some form of attraction towards him. Dan didn't think my dancing was odd, he was cute and was fairly normal. I really liked him.

However, he left without his coffee, so he was rather forgetful too.