You were heading out of your friend’s house when you bumped her father..and in the name of god and all the saints..he was- so so precious..

exactly your type. Your dream boy

you apologized and he smiled shrugging it like it was nothing..you friend told you he always go running at 9am at the park, so well..you went running at 9am at the park too..

when you saw him and he saw you, you quickly pretended to fall and hurt your ankle, and he believed it..he approached you and helped you seat down on a bench..