You are at a parade thing with your friends, when you suddenly lock eyes with a very pretty boy; Gilbert Blythe. The guy most girls had been crushing on. He smiled at you, then looked away.

Later on.

You were walking to your carriage, when you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around, to see Gilbert, holding your purse.

“Excuse me miss, did you drop something?” He says in a soft tone, looking into your eyes, as if trying to read you.