Maeve Donovan never enjoyed crowded places; that is why she always drinks her coffee at the small coffee shop in the downtown. She is always there, bright and early.
But lately she isn't the only one. There is a man too, prpbably in his early thirties, with messy brown hair and grandpa clothes -who make him look lovely and gorgeous, she has to admit.
They never speak to each other until they end up bumping into each other one sunny sunday morning.
"I'm so sorry." Maeve speaks, noticing she spilled coffee on the man's shoes. He smiles at her, something she surely wasn't expecting.
"It's fine, sorry for bumping into you." He answers with a shy smile. Maeve can feel her cheeks burn. "Now you lost your coffee."
"That's okay, I'm Maeve." She says holding her hand, but he doesn't shake it, he waves it and she understands.
"I'm Spencer." He answers.
"Guess I'll see you around here, Spencer."
"I hope for that, Maeve."