Two weeks ago you moved to London from Paris. You were the child of a Parisian father and a Londoner mother. You moved to London because both your parents passed away, you are an only child and your paternal grandparents passed away when you were barely a teenager, but in London you had your maternal grandparents, your mother's brother (your uncle), his wife (your aunt) and your cousins. Your aunt worked in an office and found you a job there and your uncle found you an amazing apartment so you could be stable.

It's November and you're walking home from work, when suddenly a tall, dark-haired guy bumps into you and without you noticing slips a small note inside your coat pocket. He stops and looks down at you and the moment he looks at you in the eyes, you instantly fall in love with him.

"Oh, sorry, Darling."

He excuses to you gently in that smooth, deep British of his, shooting you a small smile before walking away.