Victor Storm, a man would could make any woman swoon if he did so much as breathe the same air as them, Victor was a kind man not snobby nor rude, though he is quite fortunate, but that just makes finding true love harder woman only want him for money or to brag, but in a world full of woman like that there was one who he'd fallen in love with. You.

You were a ballet dancer, he'd watch you dance every time he got a chance, you were graceful as a swan, an angel sent from above. Outside of ballet you were a kind gentle woman but sadly delt with some troubles, family troubles, relationship troubles, a woman like you didn't deserve it all... but that will change.

It was a rainy day and you were heading home from ballet practice and bumped into none other than Victor.

"I am so sorry, chère." He said helping you up to your feet

"It's fine, I wasn't looking." You say tucking a strand of hair behind your ear nervously

He may not have looked like it, but he was flustered being near you in person. He passed you your umbrella and held out his hand to you, he was going to be bold and ask to walk you home.

"May I walk you home, Miss?"

You nodded with a small smile. The walk to your house was short buy yo got to know each other a bit, once you got to your house you thanked him an said your farewells. He silently hoped he'd see you again, so did you.