The Complexities of Mr Howell

Chapter 1 - Her p.o.v.

It was a cold morning. Any breath exhaled was visible and lingered for a while in the seemingly moistureless air. No one was around apart from the shop owners to whom I waved at (depending on whether I liked them and/or if they usually returned the loving gesture). I was walking to the corner shop to grab some milk (leaving the house just as it was, I didn't plan to be too long), when I saw two men I recognised greatly. They were taller than I expected though still as friendly as they conveyed in their videos.

I did like Dan and Phil; I did watch their videos, and may have favourited a dozen of their tweets, however I wasn't one of those people who had the SIM card, bought all the merch in the shop and spent all of their time frantically refreshing their social media at 4am in order to see all they did. Ergo, I wasn't violently opposed to meeting them, on the contrary I wouldn't have been badly torn up if I didn't.

Yet, I found my pace quickening and each breath shortening, the particles disappearing into the air within seconds. The anticipation fuelled me, was I nervous? I was about to meet the
Dan and Phil, the famous comedy duo. I lowered my head, adjusted my beanie and strolled onwards. As I got closer, I realised something... Dan was staring right at me.

He sort of stood there with dazed expression, his mouth wide open and eyes glassy. I noticed Phil was staring too, but in a different more awe-filled way. I began to slow to a calmer walking pace then to a stop.