"Great," you said as it started raining. "First the power, then my car. Now this! Could my day get any worse?" You screamed at the sky, wishing for something to save you from walking the last two and a half miles home.
You pushed forward, determined to get home without having a break-down. As you walked on the sidewalk, a car drove past, drenching you with water from head to toe.
You stood there for a few minutes. Then, as the entire day came flooding back to you, you sat down your briefcase, plopped down on the curb, and began to cry.
Someone laid a hand on your shoulder, making you look up.
"Sweetheart, are you alright?" The well groomed man said. "Do you need any help? A ride home, perhaps? It's awfully cold to be out. And dripping wet, too."
"I don't usually accept rides from strange men..." You said, looking away from the man's green eyes. "But, I believe I can make an exception, just this once." You stated, gesturing to your ruined suit.
He led you to his car, a black Rolls Royce. As he drove, you made small talk. Turns out, you used to baby-sit his son, Alfred's, best friend. His name was Arthur. You told him yours. The two of you became best friends in the five minutes it took to arrive at your home.
"Why don't you come in to warm by the fire and have some hot cocoa? It's the least I could do after you took me home, saving me from pneumonia. I won't take no for an answer, so come on in."
"If you insist. But I mustn't stay long. My brother and nephew are coming over in a couple of weeks, and I have yet to prepare the house for them."
You started a fire, then went to prepare the cocoa. When you returned, Arthur was looking at some pictures of you and your family. He turned towards you as he heard foot steps entering.
"I'm sorry for snooping, it's just..." He said as he closed the album.
"I didn't think you were. I really don't mind. I must have forgotten to put it up last evening."
"I think you were a lovely young lady. So beautiful. Is this woman your mother?"
"Yes. She died when I was seven, but Dad always said I was like her in every way."
"You certainly looked like her, that's for sure, _______." Said this handsome stranger, who you realize you don't know that well.
"Wow, look at the time. You should get going if you want to get your home ready for your family. It was nice meeting you, and thank you for the ride home."
"_____, did I do something to upset you? I apologize if I brought up unhappy memories. Truly, I am." Arthur said, stepping closer.
"No, no. It's just I don't want to cause you any..." You started, when you tripped over the coffee table. Arthur reached for your hand, but your momentum pulled the both of you down. He landed on top of you.
You took in the scene around you. A fire burning in the fire place, hot cocoa for two, while the rain had turned to snow outside, and a strikingly handsome guy. Everything was very intimate.
You gasped as Arthur leaned down close to your ear, whispering. "You are so cute, ____. Do you believe in love at first sight?"
You nodded your answer, dumbfounded by his abruptness.
"So do I." He said as he kissed you.
THREE WEEKS LATER...
"H-Hi." Murmured a cute young man. "I-I'm Mattieu."
"Hi, Mattieu. I'm _____. It's nice to meet you." You turned to the gentleman who walked in. "You must be Frances, Arthur's brother. He's told me so much about you." You said, kissing him on both cheeks, the way the French do. Because, you know, Frances is French.
"Funny, because he's said nothing to me about you, my dear."
"Well, I don't see why he would. We just met three weeks ago." You said as Arthur came up behind you, kissing your cheek.
"Hello, Mattieu, Frances. I have no clue where Alfred is. He should have been here by now."
"Three weeks, huh? Moving pretty fast, are we not, Artie boy?"
"What can I say. It was love at first sight. Right, Sweetie?"
"Yes, It certainly was."
"Oh, gross! Are you guys, like, making out?"
