Despite both being very famous in their fields, they had no idea who the other was, is it possible for a great love to emerge from there?
Watch the journey between a rising actress and the captain of the England women's team.
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Leah Cathrine Williamson.
I'm not like that. I generally make a meticulous choice about the people I'm attracted to.
I was leaving the Emirates stadium when I caught sight of her. She was holding her friend's arm, she laughed. The cutest laugh laugh I've ever heard in my life. She was wearing an Arsenal shirt, but something told me she wasn't familiar with the place.
It's not possible that a woman like that exists and I can't have the opportunity to meet her, God wouldn't be so unfair to me.
Long legs and tanned skin, A cascade of hair, golden blonde and darker strands, falling down her back. Her cheeks were red and from a distance I had the feeling that her cheeks were sore because apparently her friend is the funniest person in the world for her.
And suddenly I wanted to be in her friend's place, I wanted to be the reason behind her laughter.
I don't even know if the woman who was next to her is just her friend, I hope so, but they could be sisters or girlfriends, engaged or married.
I think I'm going crazy, because I don't think it's possible for me to feel jealous of someone I don't even know.
After I spend minutes watching the woman walk away, I remembered that my mother is still by my side. My mother was distracted and didn't notice the moment I almost drooled over the stranger. Thank God.
But anyway, at the invitation of some old friends, I came to this little pub in the city center.
As soon as I enter the establishment, I feel a tingling sensation in my neck. I know when I'm being watched, which wouldn't be strange considering I'm in my London.
But even so, I look in the direction from where I feel the gaze.
I can not believe.
It's her.
The woman I saw in the stadium. She's here, she looks amazing.
Amazing is an understatement.
That little woman is a beautiful goddess without making any effort.
She stared at me for a while, does she know me?
Pretending to be normal or avoiding staring at her too much across the bar was the hardest thing I've had to do in a while.
So when I walk into the bathroom and see her.
She had just come out of a booth when she saw me, and she stood frozen in place for a while.
"Ahh, sorry for having closed the lock, usually the fans take advantage of this moment to come and ask me for a photo, which isn't very peaceful and can be a bit disgusting, actually." Obviously nervous about the presence of the woman in front of me, I ramble as she snaps out of her trance and washes her hands.
