"One white chocolate mocha!" the brunette girl behind the counter shouted out. I grabbed my bag off the ground beside me and walked up to the front, trying to avoid all the other customers in my way.

"That would be mine," I said as I reached out to grab it. Only seconds before my fingers were wrapped around it, another hand hit mine. I looked up to see a tall guy about my age standing there trying to accept the coffee. "Oh. I'm so sorry!" I apologized. "Here. Go ahead and take it."

"It's quite alright," his British accent answered. He smiled at me. "Thanks." He slid the money to the woman and started to walk away.

"Fabian," I unexpectedly said. "I know you."

"The guy from the cab," he replied. "Yeah."

"You remember me?" I asked.

"Of course I do. Nina Martin. The girl with the book idea."

"Yes!' I cheered. I took a step closer to him. "That would be me."

"You're kinda hard to escape anyhow. Your face is everywhere I look."

"The book?" I asked.

He nodded. "I see someone decided to publish it."

"Three days after I met you," I smiled. "I think you were my good luck charm." Fabian chuckled and shook his head. "I'm very serious! By any chance, have you read it?"

"Not yet," he answered. "I just bought my copy, however."

"Really?" I grinned.

"Would you mind signing it?" he asked, pulling out a large book out of a plastic bag he was carrying.

"Why of course not," I grabbed the book from him and stared at the cover. Although I didn't have much insight, the designers made the cover truly beautiful. It was a girl standing in front of a large Victorian style house while the sun is setting in front of her. Her long brown hair reaches to the middle of her back while she balances against her suitcase. I chuckled under my breath.

"Here you go," Fabian said, pulling out a pen.

"Thanks," I replied. I opened the front cover and flipped to the dedication page.

For the guy in the taxi.

Thanks for giving me hope that one day I would have the privilege to see this book alive. Also, thanks for being an amazing good luck charm.

Underneath the dedication, I wrote my message for Fabian.

To that guy in the taxi,

Thanks for being the best. It's been a real blessing in disguise to meet you. I can't believe that one person had such a large impact on an idea in my head.

Lots of love and gratitude,

Nina Martin

Slowly shutting the book, I handed it back to him and smiled.

"Thank you," he smiled. "I can't wait to read it."

"I hope you enjoy it," I said with a matching smile. "Thank you for everything."

He took a step closer to me and chuckled. "It hasn't been a problem."

"One white chocolate mocha!" the brunette behind the counter called again.

"And that would be me," I awkwardly stated.

"It was great seeing you again," Fabian replied. "but I sadly have to go."

"Of course. Hopefully I'll run into you again sometime."

He laughed. "I hope so. Bye."

I took a step back and ignored the sick feeling in my stomach. He gave a wave and then turned around to leave. I stared at him for a few moments before grabbing my coffee and paying.

"Thanks," I replied to the girl. She smiled and nodded. I placed a few bills in her tip jar and took a sip of my coffee.

"Thank you," she called after me. "For the extra money. It means a lot."

"It's not a problem."

"Also, I really loved your book," she continued. "That was the guy from the taxi?" I chuckled and nodded. "I know I'm a complete stranger, but you should chase after him. You obviously care."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "You think so?"

She nodded. "Yeah. He cares abut you too. It was in his eyes."

I chuckled. "I think you're right. I should go. Thank you so much..."

"Joy," she answered. "Joy Mercer."

"Well, Joy Mercer, you're the best," I replied. "Thanks again!" I called as I ran past all the people and out the cafe. As soon as I took a step out, a large cloud seemed to open on command. Rain began pouring out and citizens began scrambling for cover and warmth. I glanced around and saw Fabian far down the road, ignoring the rain. I smiled and waved my arms for a cab.

"Where do you need to go?" the driver asked as I stepped in.

"Do you see that boy up the road?" I asked. The man nodded. "Can you driver up there and stop for him?"

He chuckled and began driving. After a few seconds, he pulled to the curb and I rolled down the window ad stuck my head out.

"Hey!" I yelled. Fabian turned around and spotted me. "Do you need a ride?" Fabian chuckled and shook his head. "I think you do! Come on!" he shook his head again. "You're gonna catch pneumonia!"

"I don't have any money!" he teased.

"I'll pay!" I yelled. "Come on! I can see you shivering."

He laughed. I moved back in the cab and moved over, making room for him. Fabian ran over and took a step in the car.

"I guess you're my lucky charm this time."

"Maybe I am," I smirked. "Where do you need to go?"

"It's not too far from here," he replied. He leaned to the driver and told him the address. I looked over at him and smiled. He leaned back in the seat and glanced at me. "What?"

"Oh nothing."

"You're staring at me."

"I am doing no such thing," I defended.

He leaned closer to me. "Yes, you were."

I scooted closer as well. "I'm just thinking."

"About what?" he whispered.

"Whether I should do this or not?" I murmured. Leaning forward, I softly pressed my lips against his. After a few seconds I pulled away.

"Well...?"

"Well what?" I awkwardly asked.

"Was it a good idea?"

I looked away and slowly nodded. I felt his hand on my cheek as he gingerly pulled me back towards him. He cupped my face and leaned in pressing his lip harder on mine.

"I agree," he whispered after he pulled away. "It was a great idea."

So someone wrote a review on this story and told me that it had been a year and they kinda wanted more. I looked back over and decided it wasn't exactly done. Thus, this small chapter was written.

Forgive me if you hate it. Also forgive me if there are any mistakes.

I hope you enjoyed it at least a bit. Thanks for being the best.