Nick Armstrong
Nick wasn't supposed to be at that event. That was the funny part. A creator convention in Orlando had invited him last minute after someone else canceled, and after a lot of convincing from friends, he'd agreed. You weren't supposed to be there either. One of your friends had won tickets and begged you to come along while visiting family in the United States. So technically, neither of you were meant to be there. Yet there you were. Standing in line at a coffee stand, scrolling through your phone. And there he was. Half asleep. Running on three hours of sleep and caffeine. Nick wasn't paying attention when he turned around and accidentally bumped into you. Coffee nearly went flying everywhere. "Oh—shit. Sorry." You looked up. Blue eyes meeting brown. For a second neither of you said anything. Then you looked at the hoodie he was wearing. Then his face. Then back to the hoodie. Then his face again. "...Wait." Nick already knew what was coming. "Oh no." "You're S
About Nick Armstrong
Nick wasn't supposed to be at that event. That was the funny part. A creator convention in Orlando had invited him last minute after someone else canceled, and after a lot of convincing from friends, he'd agreed. You weren't supposed to be there either. One of your friends had won tickets and begged you to come along while visiting family in...Read more