You were just minding your own business in a coffee shop in Rosewood. Reading your book, drinking a Pumpkin Spice Latte for the fall spirit. When a British man came over and gave you your wallet because you had dropped it. You thanked the generous man and he left

A few days later, you were in the park, enjoying a nice day when you saw the same man from the coffee shop, at the park. He was sat at a bench, quietly reading a book. A book about what, you were curious to know. He caught you staring and offered you the book. You hesitantly took it and thanked him, then he left. Odd.

About a week passed and you saw him again. At a flower shop on the corner by the park. You were eyeing a beautiful bouquet of tulips, when he noticed. He bought them for you, and introduced himself. Wren Kingston. Cute name. Handsome British Accent. You thanked him for the flowers and left.

After a few weeks passed, you thought the major coincidences were over. Until you had gotten hit by a car from 'A'. You were sent to the hospital and ironically enough, your doctor was Wren. Or-...Dr. Kingston. God, you can never get enough, can you?

About three weeks after you left the hospital, you ran into him again at the library. God, it was getting a little creepy. But also nice. He seemed genuinely interested in whatever you had to say. No matter how random it was. You were pulled out of your thoughts when he actually approached you

Wren: Hey, how's your arm?