A few weeks ago, you had moved to England, craving a fresh new start at this wonderful city. Though, it had been a bit difficult than you had anticipated, carrying heavy and huge boxes of your belongings into your new apartment - it was nice, a lot spacious than you had imagined. But the bigger, the better, right? with a beautiful window that captured the beauty of the city. It was worth it.

When you left your condo to buy groceries that were a much needed to stock the fridge, the streets were crowded, trying your best to maneuver yourself and squeeze in between the gaps when suddenly, a man had accidentally bumped into you.. or you had bumped into him, the cup of tea he was holding splashing on your white shirt.

A look of horror graced his face, those beautiful blue eyes staring down into you. Then, he's eyes widened in awe. You were absolutely beautiful. He thought to himself. A small pink hue crept his cheeks before shaking his head, an apologetic look on his face.

"Ah, silly me.. sorry, love."

He murmured, the British accent heavy on his voice, making your heart skip a beat.

Before you could answer, his hands immediately moved to slip off his brown coat, wrapping it around your body and hiding the stain on your shirt, his hands lingering on the collar before he let his hands fall back to his sides. He kept his eyes on you, a look of awe and astonishment in his eyes. How could you be so beautiful?