Authors Note: This is my first chapter of fan fiction ever! I appreciate all reviews, favorites, and follows! Please review, even if you don't like it constructive criticism is always welcomed. Just please no hate. Thank you now I hope you enjoy this story!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any rights to the Divergent Trilogy! All rights belong to Veronica Roth!
'Thank god work is over' I said in my head as I signed out. I love my job, but its nice to have a break. Once I left the building, I walked to the Starbucks down the road. As I entered the Starbucks my best friend Christina, called out to me, "Trissy! Usual?" "Hey Chris, yea thanks," I said as I approached the line. About a minute later I paid, thanked them, and said my goodbyes. As I walked to my car I finished my coffee and threw away the cup. After I got about halfway to the car, I realized I left my phone on the counter. "Perfect just perfect!" I mumbled under my breath.
After a few seconds I turned around to get my phone. As I walked back to the coffee shop I looked down at my feet for a second. After a minute or so, I bumped into someone. "Oh my god! I'm so so sorry!" I apologized, I made him spill his coffee and I felt terrible. "I should be the sorry one I got coffee all over your shirt!" he responded, and that's when I really looked at him. He had golden brown hair, a hooked nose, and the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. "Don't worry about it! its just coffee," I said politely. He looked around for a second before saying, "There is a Target across the street, let me buy you a new shirt." "You don't have to! it's really not a big deal," I responded, not wanting to waste his time. "I insist!" he said persistently. I thought about it for a second before realizing he was going to be suborn about it. "Fine," I sighed. "You can buy me a shirt as long as I can buy you a coffee." He seemed hesitant at first, but soon responded with a smile, "Deal, I'm Four by the way." He stuck out a hand for me to shake. "Tris," I said, smiling as I stuck out my hand to shake his.
Later, after he bought my shirt and I bought his coffee, and grabbed my phone, we sat at a table in the Starbucks and got to know each other. He was born in Chicago, went to Five Factions High, met this girl I reminded him of, moved away to get way from his dad, and ended up in L.A. I don't know what it is about him but every time we touch, on purpose or not, I feel this spark. A spark that I haven't felt since my best friend moved away when I was 18, its been 4 years and I miss him more and more every day. Eventually the night has to come to an end, so we both grab all our belongings and exit the Starbucks. We both begin to walk in different directions, but its not long before he turns and says "Tris! I know this is a long shot, but can I get your number?" I smile. "Sure. Let me see your phone," I say. After we exchange numbers we walk away and for the first time in 4 years I ended the day happy.
AN: I know it's short, but Thank you all for reading this! As I said, this is my very first fan fiction. I've read so many and I thought it was about time I make my own. Please review! Constructive criticism, praise, and just thoughts all help so much! The only thing I ask is for no hate. I know not everyone who reads this will like it, but if you can't turn the dislike into constructive criticism then please keep it to yourself. Bye for now, ~Rose