•My morning coffee•

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Rapunzel's POV:

As I rode the subway, I noticed a young, handsome man looking at me. He had white hair and icy blue eyes; I looked away, blushing madly. Little did I know that this man was going to the same exact same place as I was, the best coffee house in all of New York City; Starbucks.

'What in the world?' I thought, 'Do I have a stalker or something?' still I wait my turn in line, Let Me Love, playing through my ear buds as I read a book, The Fault in our Stars, you could say I'm a multi-tasker.

When I get in front I order a Frappuccino with a dollop of whipped cream and chocolate drizzled on top. I thank the cashier and give him my change, "Thanks Hiccup," I say a smile on my face, "Anytime Flower," I laugh, that has been his nickname for me ever since we went to Florida. Hiccup had said I looked like a flower, in conclusion that had become my nickname plus he's my cousin.

As I sat down at my usual table, I spied my early morning stalker. Now that I got a good look at him I realized he was very stylish. Blue tennis shoes, dark-blue jeans, white t-shirt that hugged his chest and a leather jacket, with a light gray scarf, I also noticed a camera dangling from around his neck; wow.

As I stared out the window, I heard someone clear their throat, I turned around half-expecting to see Hiccup with a plate of chocolate chip cookies in his hand, but instead of finding the subway mystery man, he's standing in front of me, "Hello, might I ask why such a beautiful young woman such as yourself would be sitting alone?" he said in a low baritone. I blinked, turned to see if he was talking to someone else; nope definitely me.

"Hi?" I said, blush deepening.

"May I join you?" he asked.

"Y-yes, you may," I stutter.

He smirks as he sits down; after a while he introduces himself, "My name is Jackson but my friends call me Jack," he extends his hand, rough but they looked strong yet gentle, was that even possible? Taking it I replied,

"I'm Rapunzel, but my friends call me Punzie," I shake his hand.

"Well, Punzie I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship,"

"As do I Jack, as do I,"

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