Connor gave her smile as she talked, quietly listening until she was done. It was out of character for him; he was actually a really talkative, loud person. He was never a shy person, and always one to start conversation. Usually he was pretty flirty too. Some people back at home would even go as far as to call him cocky. But the big old city had humbled him, and he was afraid of saying something offensive by accident. He didn’t want to annoy her, after all, she was upper class. Compared to her, he was white trash! It surprised him that she was even talking to him because of it. He was actually afraid that paying for her drink would make her think of him as creepy or something. When she was done, he had a huge, stupid grin on his face. “It’s nice to meet you, Harper. I’m Connor Knight, i’m twenty-two, and I live in three blocks away.”
It took him a few seconds to respond, confused that she would ask. He’d dated (and had one night stands) with many girls, but none even came close to how good looking she was. He didn’t know if the right word was adorable or beautiful or sexy or a combination of all three. Either way, he nodded. “Of course you can.” He put his journal away and took a sip of his coffee. “So, whaddya do for a living?” He didn’t realize how awkward he sounded.
Harper always talked alot. She loved being social and getting to know people. She never ventured into getting too close to them, in fear of what happened with her father, but she did have a few friends. She wouldn’t call them best friends because she doesn’t really have one. Harper is independent, she likes knowing she can be by herself and still get on well. Harper smiled at the boy who she could now call by name and nodded when he finished his statement. “Pleasures all mine, Connor. I like your name.” Harper couldn’t stop smiling, she’s never met any guy like Connor before. Even though she didn’t know him that well she still felt he was very special.
She noticed the way Connor looked at her, she blushed at the thought of him maybe thinking she was as attractive as she thought he was. “Thanks!” Harper exclaimed as she sat down, sipping her caramel latte. “I’m a bartender.” She looked down and laughed lightly, she was sort of ashamed to tell people she was a bartender, afraid they’d think she was a whore or something. Harper was far from a whore, she wasn’t a virgin, but she respected her body and wouldn’t let just anyone touch her. “What about you?” She looked back up and him with a genuine smile.
His parents weren’t rich, far from it actually. There wasn’t a such thing as ‘rich’ in a small town like his. Sure he wasn’t homeless, and he always had whatever he needed but at the same time there wasn’t always money to buy him the newest game system or to get him a fancy car for his sixteenth birthday. He didn’t care much for it; in a southern town you’re brought up very religiously and with a thankful, family loving attitude. He wasn’t much for religion himself, even if he did believe in God and the bible. But he was a very thankful, loving, and humble person. He got guilty for the littlest of things like how he told his parents he didn’t smoke weed or when he cheated on a test. So imagine how he felt when he told off his parents! Connor felt like shit and wanted to apologize right away but knew that if he talked to his parents they’d convince him to come home. And Connor just couldn’t go back to the shitty old redneck town he grew up in. Back there he wouldn’t go anywhere in his writing. His town is the kind of place where everyone gets married right after high school, the women are all housewives, and the boys are all truck driving muscle men.
He wasn’t a truck driving muscle man and he had it good here, and his writing was only improving. He started to rent himself a nice apartment with his college fund and got a decent job working as a waiter. It was temporary of course because soon enough he’d be a writer. At least he really hoped so. He really hoped so.
Connor could see the girl was rich from the way she carried herself. Not snobby rich, but still rich nonetheless. And she was so beautiful - the kind of girl that dated actors or musicians or rich businessmen. She would never be interested in him. Connor handsome, at least he hoped he was. But he was still a rather poor small town boy struggling to become a writer. Someone that she didn’t even know. Back at home, buying someone a drink would be a way to start talking to them, but he wasn’t sure how it’d be taken in big ol’ New York. She probably thought he was a creep - maybe even a rapist or something! The thought that she would hate him scared him, even if he only ever saw her this one time. He tried to put her out of his mind and get back to his writing. The muffin and the frap were amazing, and the cold, misty air was really giving him a good vibe. And a good vibe is good for writing. “Hi.” He’d written about half a page when the girl walked up to him, and he blushed when she asked him, and the blushing got worse when he used a shitty line on her. “I’m sorry to say I don’t know you, but.. i’d like to change that.”
Harper was rich, but she wasn’t snobby. She used her money to help people, did she occasionally use her money to buy herself a fancy new outfits or some expensive jewelry? Of course. But it was only every once in a while. When she moved to New York she began saving money instead of spending it so often. She had enough saved to send her to LA but she wasn’t ready yet. New York was fine for her. She had been here for three years already and she’s adapted to it. Unlike other people here, Harper wasn’t a stuck up snob. She was kind and welcoming despite anything that has happened to her in the past five years. Harper always wanted to make other people happy before herself. It didn’t matter if she was upset or needed something, if she saw someone upset and in need she’d help them before herself. It was apart of her southern hospitality that she never grew out of. Being kind and helping others wasn’t always something people cared to see in New York. She’d often been called a pushover or a softy but it didn’t hurt her. She didn’t care what people though of her, because there will always be people who don’t like you. Where ever you go.
Harper watched the stranger write and when he finally looked up at her she realized how handsome he really was. She gave him a genuine smile and laughed at his cheesy pickup line. “Well, I’m Harper Luddington, I’m twenty-one and I live right down the street.” She covered her mouth. “Too much?” She let out a small giggle and held out her hand for him to shake. “May I sit?” She asked, beckoning towards the empty chair that was across from him. Harper was always very outgoing and up for new friends. She met a lot of new people being this way, but also many enemies. People often thought she came off too pushy and annoying. Harper didn’t mind, she wasn’t going to change for them.
Connor Knight was having a really bad week. He’d pretty much lost everyone close to him. It was his fault, and he regretted it every day. It all happened because he wanted to leave his small town. If he didn’t get out of it while he was young, he would never get out of it. His parents had convinced him to put it off, but he couldn’t do that anymore. They’d kept him there for three extra years; he’d been ready to leave at nineteen, and he was twenty two now. His chance for a better life was getting smaller and smaller the longer he stayed, so he finally stood up to them. It ended up with a huge argument with both them and his freshman sister. In the end he took his petty ten thousand dollars in college funds and left, telling them that when he made it big they’d regret their words. When he reached New York, he realized becoming a writer was going to be a lot harder than he thought. The city intimidated him; he wasn’t used to sky scrapers and rude people and all the business.
Which is why he went into the coffee shop. It reminded him of the one back home, the one he’d spend hours in reading and flirting with the pretty waitress with the brown hair. The one he started having late night hook ups with. He actually had a date with her the next day, but it was too late for that. He was halfway around the country now. And she obviously wasn’t important enough for him to remember. Not that he hooked up and left girls all the time. No, he respected girls and when he was dating one, he treated them right. He was a hopeless romantic. And he thought it was incredibly ironic that while he was thinking about romance, a girl entered the coffee shop. She was pretty; no, she was beautiful. He wanted to talk to her, but so far, talking to people in New York didn’t seem to be a good idea. So he was content to catch a few glances at her, pretending to look out the window. It was his turn to pay, so he gave the cashier his money and took his muffin and chocolate chip frap, and sat at a corner table.
Connor pulled out his journal and pen, hoping the change in scenery would be good for his inspiration. He couldn’t help but looking up at the counter to see what would happen when the girl found out he payed for whatever she was getting in advance.
Harper grew up very wealthy, raised in a perfect home, perfect family, she had everything. She had come out to her parents that she wanted to be an actress when she was eighteen, and her mother laughed her face, telling her it was ‘out of her league’. Her father didn’t say a word, Harper’s mother always made the descisions and he didn’t like conflict. Her idea of a picture perfect family fell apart. She despised her mother from that point on. When she graduated high school her father went behind her mothers back and gave Harper some money to follow her dreams. She took the money, packed up and left for New York, not telling her mother a word. When her mother found out she was furious but there was nothing she could do now. After a few months she received a call from her mom telling her that her father had been diagnosed with lung cancer. She felt horrible, so she went back down to her home to say goodbye to her father, but it was too late. Harper was devastated. She wanted to stay down in Alabama with her mother, but she couldn’t leave her life in New York. Of course her mother was upset with her, calling her a ‘heartless daughter’ and telling her ‘she didn’t love her father’. Which wasn’t true. Her father was the one who believed in her. It was her mother that she couldn’t stand. Harper never told this to anyone, she didn’t want to open up to anyone in fear of having them ripped away from her as her father was.
New York was hard to live in. She couldn’t quite get the hang of things and she couldn’t quite ace any of her auditions. To earn some extra money she worked at the bar down the road from her, which wasn’t bad, besides the smelly guys that hit on her all the time.
The local coffee shop was Harper’s favorite place. She’d often bring her laptop and surf the web as she sipped on her caramel latte. But today she just brought herself. She stepped up to the counter and the cashier already knew what she wanted. Harper handed the nice lady the exact amount that was usually owed, but she was interrupted. “Oh no, you’re all paid for. That guy over there paid for you already.” A confused look grew across Harper’s face as she looked in the direction the cashier nodded her head in. A handsome man sat in the corner, she blushed lightly and took her caramel latte from the girl and walked over to the perfect stranger. “Excuse me,” she said politely, “do I know you?” She stayed standing.