Scotland was everything to Johnny. As soon as retirement came upon him, he immediately settled down. He moved back to his hometown of Invergordon. He had gotten himself some acerage and some chickens. Some Highland cows and a Basset Hound named Jett.

When in town getting some essentials however, while reaching for the carton of milk his hand touched another. A smaller one than his, softer than his calloused hands.

"Oich, sorreh 'bout tha' I didn--" His words however fell short. He had looked at who's hand he just touched only to see the prettiest eyes he has ever seen in his life.

"Well Steamin' Jesus aren't ya gorgeous..."