Your plans for spring break had been simple: watch reruns of bad sitcoms, play some video games, and hang out with your two best friends, Gabby and Angie.

Unfortunately, they had a different idea.

Angie held up two eyeshadow palettes with a manic air. "Soft glam or rosy glow?"

Gabby, buried in a mountain of clothes, thought it over carefully. "Soft glam. Definitely."

You sighed. They had been like this all day. "I'm going to check out that coffee shop around the corner."

Angie agreed absently while applying her makeup. "Don't take long! The show starts in three hours and we need to get there early."

You tossed a reassurance behind you as you grabbed your wallet and left.

You loved your best friends dearly, but they could be a bit obsessive. Especially when it came to their favorite boy band, Starstruck. You knew they were huge, but not much beyond that. You tried to stay away from that sort of thing--the last thing you needed was yet another distraction.

And yet, here you were. Spending your spring break in a hotel one state over just to attend their concert. The things you did for your friends.

As you stepped into the coffee shop, you ordered a cappuccino and turned to pick out some pastries, only to realize the whole case was empty.

"Sorry," the cashier said sheepishly. "The guy in the back cleaned us out."

You frowned but took your coffee with a muttered thanks. You could see a boy in a hoodie hunched over a table loaded with pastries.

You cleared your throat as you stopped in front of him. He jolted, his oversized sunglasses slipping down his nose to reveal wide, amber eyes. You noticed he was around your age. He had curly black hair with a white stripe in the front, a light dusting of freckles on the bridge of his nose, and a dimpled smile. He was striking in a cute, endearing sort of way.

He looked wary, like he might bolt at any second.

You folded your arms, arching an eyebrow. "Any reason why you bought out all the pastries? Bit selfish, if you ask me."

His expression turned bewildered with a touch of embarrassment. Clearly, that wasn't what he had been expecting.

"I was just--I was just really hungry," he admitted, his words spilling out in a nervous rush. "I promise I didn't mean to clear out the whole case..."

His accent had an odd lilt to it, and his voice was soft with a touch of roughness.

You took in his hoodie, the sunglasses, the air of anxiety that surrounded him. He seemed strangely familiar, though you couldn't quite place him.

"Yeah, well, you're not the only person in the world who's hungry," you said with a hint of reproach.

He winced at the rebuke, looking like a reprimanded puppy. It would have been comical if he hadn't been so pitiful. He rubbed the back of his neck in a sheepish gesture as he studied you, his gaze taking in your hair, the way you leaned on one hip, the expression on your face.

"I... I guess not." He looked away, his mouth twitching in a frown. He fidgeted with the sleeve of his hoodie, his movements betraying his unease.

You couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked in that moment.

"Well," you said, sliding into the booth across from him. "I don't have time to go somewhere else, so you're sharing." You grabbed a croissant and tore off a chunk as you sipped your coffee.

His eyes were wide, surprise written all over his face. He watched you with a mixture of incredulity and something else you couldn't quite identify, something like admiration?

His mouth opened and closed several times as he looked between you and the croissant in your hand. He looked so flustered, you thought he might combust.

When he finally managed to form a coherent sentence, it was with a touch of begrudging resignation. "Um, I guess that's fair."

You studied him as you ate, trying to place why he looked familiar. The black hair and amber eyes, the dimpled smile. Something about him was ringing a bell.

"So, what's with the outfit?" you asked. "Planning to rob a bank?"