good fella// Elmo O'Dwyer

Sidewalk

England, so fucking busy. Don't get me wrong, I love this place. It's amazing and beautiful, I just don't like all these crowded sidewalks. "Excuse me miss, I wanted to know, is there any chance I could get your number?" I jumped, he came out of nowhere, "Ah, sorry don't know you." I forced a small smile. He laughed, "It's for research purposes?" I laughed. Damn, he got me there, "Here, give me your phone." He handed me his phone, iPhone X huh? He's got a lil cha ching.
5 days later

"Don't say that." I said with a small laugh, "My bad princess." I blushed, he's been calling me that the last few days. "So, Elmo, what do you do?" He ran his hand through his hair, "Tik Tok." I think I looked very shocked because he said, "Weird, I know." I came back to reality, "No no no, I just, I've never met anyone who used that" He laughed, "What about you?" I hid my face. Ugh why'd I ask that question, "Photography..." My pictures sucked, I was ready to give it up. "Damn, show me some pictures." I thought about it. Should I? Whatever, "My camera is at home, I didn't bring it today." He looked sad, " maybe another time then, but for now, I have to go. Bye princess." He kissed my hand, "Bye Elmo." As he walked out I thought to myself *Whats he doing with someone like me?*