A/N: Forgive me if this drabble completely sucks -_-' I didn't know much about Gevanni, but who agrees he is way too yummy for his own good? You do? Good ;D
For the fifth time, you discretely glanced over your shoulder and saw the same man following you. You had spent the entire day at the Mall with a few friends and it seemed every time you looked behind you, the same man was there. You smiled lightly when you noticed he was looking straight at you.
"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up with you," You told your friends and stopped. Watching as they walked ahead and turned a corner, you finally relaxed.
"You know, you could've just talked to me," you grabbed the man's arm as he was about to walk passed you, "I'm not shy." You smiled at him. He glanced down at the hand that was holding his forearm.
"You were always surrounded by those other girls, I never saw an opening," He grinned at you. You froze. This man was gorgeous when he smiled. He was gorgeous anyways, but you swore he sparkled when he smiled. "There's an opening now," You murmured while trying to take your eyes off his lips.
"So there is," his eyes lit up in amusement. "[y/n]!" You fell forward as one of your friends came running up behind you and accidently ran into you. You fell on the man you were talking to, and you both went crashing to the ground, legs entangled. You gasped when you realized what happened, and quickly looked at the man. He was smirking.
"Name's Stephen. What's yours?" He grinned. Blushing, you told him your name and then glared at the friend that had knocked you into him. She had the decency to look sheepish, and you thought you heard her whisper "Sorry," as she looked at her feet.
"[y/n], we really have to go! Sasha's water broke and they're already rushing her to the hospital!" She all but screamed. A little panicked; you untangled your legs from Stephen's and quickly got to your feet. Stephen got up right after. He slipped something into your hand and walked away muttering what sounded like, "Nice meeting you, [y/n],"
Looking down you saw a crumpled piece of paper with a phone number neatly scrawled on it. You barely had time to register that before your friend all but dragged you from the Mall.