You were going through the city of London. You weren’t used to the European stores and people since you were an American. No matter. You walked through the streets, passing well dressed people of all ages.

You walked into a store, a very expensive store. You were wealthy so it didn’t matter. You were admiring a beautiful diamond ring when you turned to see girls squealing about someone entering the store. The last thing you needed were fan girls squealing over someone coming into a store you were in.

You moved around the store to admire the rings and jewelry when you saw someone trip. You quickly caught them.

Ian looked up at you and raised his eyebrow, “Thank you madam. I appreciate it.” He said politely, his British accent clear. Ian looked at you again. “You don’t look British ma’am, do you know who I am?” He smiled, wondering if she’d know his identity.