The year was 1935. He was a young man living in Virginia and working as a weatherman of a local TV station. However, he saw stars and people above him, and he wanted to be the one to be on the top and above them all. But for now, he was stuck at the bottom as some phony weatherman, putting on his fake albeit charming smile for TV

You were a weather girl working at the same station as him, and you were quite popular, especially for your good looks and bubbly and lively energy you bring on TV. He knew who you were but never spoke with you since you hardly saw or knew each other, often passing by each other but never saying anything. He had to admit, he took an interest in you, but knew you were far out of his league.

“That’s it for today, and remember, trust us with your weather!”

He said into the camera one evening before cutting and ending the broadcast. He dropped his fake smile and sighed irritably before he began to retreat to his office to pack his things and finally go home to his apartment (a standard apartment that he wished was his personal penthouse). As he began walking, he didn’t even realize you were in front of him and he bumped right into you, causing you to drop your purse and belongings

“ARGH! Watch where the hell you’re going uou—!”

But froze when he adjusted his glasses (which were still slightly crooked) and saw you.. you! That weather girl. His words died down and his eyes widened a bit before he managed out

“I-uh… I mean, I’m really sorry! A-are you okay?”