It was a beautiful, sunny day in Dublin. You decided to head outside and make the most of the gorgeous weather: you had recently run away from your home in Galway to work in a Hotel in Dublin and escape your home life.

Firstly, you get dressed into a beautiful gown and a bonnet to match and head towards the town square.

However, you are approached by a handsome young man, smartly dressed with his glasses touching the tip of his nose, they looked funny.

You both get talking after having joked about where you think he is from: him guessing you were from Galway straight away, he had asked you to meet up with him the following Wednesday and you exchange names.

A few days pass, you are told that you are supposed to be working on Wednesday so you can’t turn up, this hurt you: god knows how he’d feel being stood up.

A letter is delivered to you by one of the fellow maids with your name, your fingers slide along the envelope: unwrapping it to reveal:

“I waited for hours but i could not see you, perhaps i’m too short-sighted. It’s probably foolish of me to write to you now but i hope you remember me.”

Reading this softens your heart, you immediately head for the bench by the canal in which you were supposed to meet originally.