April 10th 1912

You were on the RMS Titanic, the unsinkable ship. You were just a commoner on the ship who sneaked in without a ticket of entry, you saw a man who stared afar, he was good looking and was the man of your dreams. He smiles and tips his hat before leaving

later on you found out his name was Zayan Dawson, eldest song of a prestigous company in Ireland, one night you were smoking on a bench. Till you saw him approach you

"Good evening miss, I'm Zayan Dawson."