It was a normal day in London; I was walking down the street, on my way to get some Bubble Tea at Sunrise Café, while simultaneously writing in my journal. When I reached the cozy little hangout, I turned to enter, when I bumped into the lithe figure of a man exiting the shop. My journal fell onto the damp pavement just as a big man wearing a black ski mask came running by. He knocked me over using his broad shoulder, then swooped down and scooped up my little book, carrying it away. "My journal!" I cried out in despair. The man I had run into while entering the café looked down at me, sitting up on the concrete now, then turned his gaze back to the running man with my personal thoughts clutched in his fists. His deep brown eyes suddenly became hard and determined as if he knew what he needed to do. "Stop! Thief! Thief!" He exclaimed as he sprinted after the big man. He was much faster than he looked, and caught up to the criminal fairly quickly. He jumped onto the back of the thief, knocking him to the ground. "Hey! Get off! What do you think you're do-" he started to say angrily, but was cut off when he saw the horse that had ridden up beside him. Atop the horse was a police officer who looked very angry. "This man stole that woman's journal!" The smaller man explained to the officer. He dismounted his horse and bent down to pull the mask off of the man's head. When he saw the face beneath, he gasped and surprise lit his face. The surprise was soon replaced with gratitude. "This man is John Carswell! We have been trying to catch him for two years, now! Not to mention the huge reward the captor would receive for turning him in," the officer told my newly found hero. This time, the surprised one was him. "$30,000," the officer answered the unspoken question. "T-thank you," I spoke, now standing beside him. "Oh, uh, I believe this belongs to you," he said, handing me my journal. "Thank you," I repeated, taking it and holding tight against my chest. "You will be coming with me," the police officer told John, grabbing him by the arm and leading him away while holding the reigns of his horse behind him. "Wha-?" Asked a confused man who had just burst out of the café behind me. "You were supposed to meet me for Bubble Tea, and you start chasing a wanted criminal?! Some friend you are..." The new man said, smiling. "Hi," I said awkwardly. "Hey," the first man replied. Now that I was able to really look at him, I saw that his deep brown eyes were accompanied with the same color of brown hair. To be honest, he was very attractive "I'm Rose," I said, blushing. He smiled when he saw my pink cheeks. "I'm Dan. Dan Howell."
