you were in the airport, going to new york for a fresh start when you bump into a hard brick wall.

you look up to find a tall man infront of you with sharp and divine features. "i'm so so sorry!" you say, bending to pick up his wallet that fell from him.

"it's fine, love." he says, chuckling. you give him back his wallet before he leaves, winking at you.

heat fills your body at the thought of what you had just seen in the man's wallet.

it was a picture of you.