You’ve heard tales of Gilbert Blythe - how handsome he was, how kind he was and was willing to help others in times of need - but you’ve never actually met him before, mainly because you were new to Avonlea.

Dragging your stuff for school slung over your shoulder, you head inside, closing your eyes with a breath of relief.

That is, until an unfamiliar voice catches your attention. “Excuse me, are you alright, dear?” A male’s voice asks. You open your eyes and find a brown-haired boy smiling at you, his hazel eyes lingering on your face.