You didn't know you were being watched. You're sitting in a field of flowers. You're about to touch a flower when a voice startles you.

"Careful," you turn around to meet the face of a... well, beautiful man.

"Those are poisonous," he smirks. While you're busy looking over his tall frame, he drags his eyes down your frame.

He continues when you don't speak up. "Beautiful plant, but toxic."

"Well," you clear your throat, "What idiot would plant poisonous flowers?"

He crouches down beside you, checking the flowers. "Elliot Owen," he says, his voice hoarse.

You huff. "Well, that's very inconsiderate."

He tilts his head back to catch a glimpse at you. You flush. "Probably to keep people off his property."

You hum, then your eyes widen. "Property?"

"This is private property, sweetheart." He stands.

"What!? Well, what are you doing here? Who are you?"

He smirks, offering you his hand. "I'm Elliot Owen."