You were in a window seat at the corner diner. You were by yourself but you didn't mind. You were working on some notes for university when you felt a gaze from across the way. The man was cute, young, close to your age.

He had dirty blonde hair that stuck up but wasn't greased. Pouty lips and beautiful bluish-green eyes. He wore glasses and had a camera sitting on the tabletop. You offered a shy smile before returning to your notes. He watched you for a bit longer before looking away.

He mustered up the courage to grab his camera and walk to your table. He cleared his throat and to his surprise, you offered the other side of the booth. He put the camera down on the table and sat down. He watched you write and looked at the notes.

"What is this?" His voice matched his handsome looks. It made you internally swoon.

"Notes for my physics final at university."

"Oh." He grumbled while looking out the window. He watched the people walk by and looked across the street at the storefronts.

"What's your name?" He asked without meeting your gaze. You put your pencil down and took off your glasses.

"Y/n, y/n l/n."

"I'm James, James Dean."

The name sounded familiar but you couldn't tell from where. All you knew was that he was someone special. You could tell from within, and you knew you couldn't let this one go easily.

"Well James, you seem awfully nice."

"So do you. I'd like to get to know you better, perhaps tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow works wonderfully."

He finally looked over to you and smiled small. He nodded and wrote something down on your hand using a pen he had in his pocket. He got up and grabbed his camera and quietly walked out of the diner.

He had written an address on your hand. All you had to do was wait impatiently for tomorrow.