A broken military man with nothing to smile about anymore, he was all alone. Even on leave, having no family to love or go home to. So he walked the streets of Manchester, probably walking to the pub for some drinks. As he walked along the tree lined streets he spotted someone out of the corner of his eye. He turned around and saw you, a lady. Just minding your business, but what caught his eye was how you dressed.

In this day and age most woman would wear tight and revealing clothing, not that there was anything wrong with that, it was just refreshing to see someone dress like that. In a 50s and 60s fashion, knee length dresses, gloves, accessories, shoes. Even the way you gracefully walked along the streets holding a small purse, wearing dress that was at your knees, a nice floral pattern. The sleeves went to your elbows and your gloves covered your hands.

Your hair was nice and styled, everything about you screamed elegant and beautiful. Giving off a housewife vibe, maybe you were. But all he knew was that he needed to talk to you, such a beautiful woman who was simply going on about her day like anyone else would.