Sara was walking down the street, just trying to get home from work. She worked at one of those underground bars, all of the same people all of the time. A lot of the patrons hung on her all the time, she was pretty, 5'9" with long blonde hair and gorgeous hazel eyes with flecks of green in them.
Tonight was just your average weekday. It was a perfect summer night, starry and warm with a slight breeze blowing. She rounded the corner and the next thing she knew she was laying on the pavement. As she looked up she saw a guy trying to take off with her purse. She jumped up and kicked the back of his knee, knocking him to the ground. She tried to take hold of her purse, but he wasn't about to let go of it.
Just then, someone came from behind her and kicked the guy in the face. The guy was knocked cold it seemed, a little bit of blood was dripping from his mouth.
She was a little frazzled and the man who had come to her rescue handed her purse to her. "Here you go hon, I think this is yours." Sara couldn't help but notice the thick Irish accent the man had. As she looked up, she didn't believe her eyes. It was dark, that's all she thought to herself. As she got to her feet and looked directly in the stranger's eyes she realized who it was, it was Colin Ferrell.
"Oh my gosh, thank you so much. You're Colin Ferrell right?" "Yes. Itβs no big deal. I was walking across the street and saw this creep hit you and knock you down. It looks like you didn't need much help though. I think you would have kicked his ass."
"Thanks, really. If he would have got a good chance, he would have really hurt me." Sara blushed at the compliment.
"Hey, can I buy you a drink, you look like you could use it. I'm not from around here, just in town a couple of days."