Grace shut her eyes as she wondered where to begin her story and set the scene in her mind. "It was a beautiful hot summers day." She began. "I had just dumped my pig of a boyfriend that morning and was feeling very pleased with myself. A grin was plastered across my face and I was strolling along the pavement with a skip in my step. I was in such a good mood, I hadn't noticed my purse fall out my pocket. As I opened the door of my car, a tall figure emerged behind my reflection in the window waving at me manically. I turned around to see a pair of bright blue eyes beaming down at me. His thick brown hair was getting caught in the wind and blown into his face. 'Forget something?' He grinned, as he revealed my purse from behind his back 'oh, thanks' I said nervously, barley able to remove my eyes from his face. 'It means a lot. How can I thank you?' I asked him. 'Helping a pretty girl like you is thanks enough... although... maybe there is something...' He teased. 'Have lunch with me?' I smiled up at him 'I have nothing better to do.' He then held out his hand, so I shook it. 'The name's Olly Willows.' He told me. 'Grace.' I replied. And that was that."
