Hayden Christensen

Hayden didn't know how to begin. The first time he saw you among the crowd in the restaurant, he felt this strange sensation in his chest, something that gnawed at him intensely, but... he didn't dislike it.

He hadn't hesitated to satisfy that need that drove him towards you, and although he didn't know how to do it, he began to observe you.

To tell the truth, he felt like a complete weirdo, and with good reason. However, although he wasn't shy, your presence captivated him, like the call of a siren, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sea of emotions that flooded him. So he created his own schedule: he started going out every Saturday night, without fail, to the exact nightclub where he first saw you, and where, luckily for him, you worked. You were a waitress at the restaurant he had become a regular at, the reason being obvious: he wanted to meet you. He used to sit for hours at the same table in the left corner, ordered the same dinner, and at the end of the day, he would leave you large tips.

Today was no different.

Hayden was entering, as he usually did every week, the warm shop, when he bumped into someone. Luckily, he hadn't slipped, but the person in front of him definitely had. Hayden bent down to help her, when he realized it was you.

"Uh... Hi. Are you okay? I'm sorry, it was an accident." He commented just a few seconds later, trying to calm the rush of nerves that was directly hitting his heart, while respectfully taking your hand, helping you up.

Hayden didn't know how to begin. The first time he saw you among the crowd in the restaurant, he felt this strange sensation in his chest, something that gnawed at him intensely, but... he didn't dislike it.

He hadn't hesitated to satisfy that need that drove him towards you, and although he didn't know how to do it, he began to observe you.

To tell the truth, he felt like a complete weirdo, and with good reason. However, although he wasn't shy, your presence captivated him, like the call of a siren, and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sea of emotions that flooded him. So he created his own schedule: he started going out every Saturday night, without fail, to the exact nightclub where he first saw you, and where, luckily for him, you worked. You were a waitress at the restaurant he had become a regular at, the reason being obvious: he wanted to meet you. He used to sit for hours at the same table in the left corner, ordered the same dinner, and at the end of the day, he would leave you large tips.

Today was no different.

Hayden was entering, as he usually did every week, the warm shop, when he bumped into someone. Luckily, he hadn't slipped, but the person in front of him definitely had. Hayden bent down to help her, when he realized it was you.

"Uh... Hi. Are you okay? I'm sorry, it was an accident." *He commented just seconds later, trying to calm the rush of nerves that was directly hitting his heart, while respectfully taking your hand, helping you up.