You've Lost Your Mind

I shoved my hands in my pockets and and hunched up my shoulders, shuddering against the brisk, cool fall air that nipped at my skin. Looking for an escape against the cold winds that buffeted my face, I found a small coffee shop on the other side of the street. Letting out a deep sigh of relief, I stared at my feet and made my way to the side of the road.
I waited patiently for a car that was kind enough to stop to allow me to pass. Soon enough, a sports car did. I walked into the street slowly, flashing a grin at the person who had stopped. It was a ginger headed boy, perhaps in his late twenties, his body littered with tattoos. He gave me a nod with a smile and I quickly went on my way across the road.
Once across, I walked into the coffee shop and took a seat at one of the small tables throughout it. I wasn't really looking to order anything; I just needed to sit and clear my mind for a bit.
I sat their for a few moments, just twiddling my thumbs and consuming myself with thoughts.
My thoughts were entirely focused on paying this month's bills when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Ma'am?" I heard a male voice ask. I glanced up, seeing a tallish man in a barista outfit standing politely next to my table. "I was wondering if you would like anything to eat or drink?"
I had opened my mouth to speak when I heard someone's footsteps behind me. "I was actually about to ask her that just same question," I heard another man say. "If you would leave please, sir."
I glanced around, seeing the same ginger boy who had allowed me to cross the street. "Excuse me?" I asked him, perplexed and raising an eyebrow.
"I was wondering, Miss, would you like some coffee?" the boy said, taking a seat in the chair next to my own.
I rolled my eyes at him, but I decided I might as well take advantage of this. "Are you suggesting you would buy me some?"
A smirk played on the boy's face and he nodded. "Why, I believe I am."
I couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle. "But please give me the pleasure of knowing your name first."
"My name?" he asked, looking slightly surprised. "You've never seen me before?"
Alright, now I was confused. "Should I have seen you before?"
"No, no, it's just... I'm in a very famous band. I just sort of figured you may have seen a picture of me or something..." He began to quickly explain himself.
"If it's a pop band then I probably haven't heard of it. I'm into heavy music, and punk. You know?" I told him. However I'd never really seen a member of a pop band with so many tattoos and long hair. "What band is it?"
Smiling broadly, the boy began to tell me. "Of Mice and Men. We're post-hardcore. I'm the guitarist. Alan Ashby."
Post-hardcore, hmm? I listened to some post-hardcore, but I was mainly into deathcore, punk, and such. I'd heard of Of Mice and Men but never really listened to their music. "Well, Alan Ashby," I began, trying the name on my tongue. "My name is Mariah Slade."
Alan let out a slight laugh. "I'm assuming you don't listen to us?" He ran his hand through his bright hair, his big eyes totally focused on me.
"Nope," I said bluntly. "Now how about you buy me that coffee you promised me?"

Notes

Well you guys, this is my first Of Mice and Men fanfiction. Short first chapter to kind of give you a taste. Hope you like it!