After an unexplainable accident Annabelle finds herself hundred years in the past. In the boom of the 1920s, the era of Jazz and bootleggers. But it's not just the 20s she now has to deal with, she also happens to find herself stumble right into the...
If this was a romantic love story or literally any type of movie drama, my Romeo would now catch meand I would lay in the arms of a handsome male..or female for that matter.
But no.
Instead my lovely behind hit the cobblestones a second time that day.
"Argh bloody hell."
I slowly leaned from side to side, to release pressure from my tail bone, not feeling quite ready to get back onto my feet. The person I ran into let out a few profanities as well.
"Ugh motherfucker."
Knowing the voice all too well, I scoffed amusedly. What are the odds that I ran into the same person twice in one day. Also rubbing his behind John Shelby sat in front of me.
Distracted by my scoff, he looked up and his pained expression, changed into an disbelieving one. Also slightly amused he got back onto his feet and reached me a hand, which I gladly accepted.
"Is this going to become a regular occurrence from now on Mr. Shelby?"
I asked laughing, while patting the dust off my skirt.
"Usually I swipe women off of their feet a bit differently, but I guess this works too, Ms...?"
The young man said with a sarcastic snicker, which made me laugh.
"Right, then I suppose I should start wearing a pillow tied to my rump. It's Lancom, but please call me Belle."
I just hopped on to his joke.
"I am John."
He introduced himself again and reached out his hand for me to shake.
I was close to saying, 'I know', but I didn't want to appear like a total freak, so I decided against it.
"Nice to meet you John, sorry for this morning, I was quite in a hurry."
I said and chuckled slightly embarrassed.
"Already forgotten, I heard you also met my older brother Tommy."
He smiled reassuringly.
"Oh yea, really friendly, an amazing lad. We had a blast."
I said, acting like I was awestruck by our meeting, with a dripping sarcasm. Catching on to my sarcasm John scoffed amusedly.
"Yea that sounds like our Tommy, don't take it the wrong way, he just likes to know everything about everyone, especially people that know about our business."
