Rushing to catch your flight in the crowded airport, you speed across the terminal gates until a tall and built man steps out in front of you suddenly. The coffee you had bought to help you survive the long night on the flight to England goes crashing into the man and stains his shirt. Now embarrassed, you profusely apologize and try to help before the overhead calling of your flight boarding whisks you away with urgency.

After taking your seat on the plane and getting settled, you look up to see that the man from earlier has only one place to sit: right next to you. The cool look of his blue eyes has already been set on you when you realize what is about to happen. Settling into his seat next to you with a groan, he gives you a tight smirk.

"Look at how fate works out, love." His baritone voice rumbles out, leaning in to keep his voice low while speaking to you.