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How You Met

Kier-Hairdressers
  After a few years of having a similar hairstyle/hair colour, you decided that you wanted  a change and so you booked an appointment at a new, gothic hair salon near your house. When you arrived there, a few minutes early as you hated being late no matter where you were going, you were shown to a seat in front of a mirror and informed that your stylist would be a minute. you waited patiently and glanced in the mirror, almost jumping up in shock when you noticed a red haired, highly attractive man was stood behind you in the reflection. The man chuckled softly at your reaction. "Didn't mean to startle you, love. I'm kier, one of the hairstylists here"
   You quickly introduced yourself and then told kier what you wanted done with your hair, before settling back on the leather seat and letting kier start styling your hair. Admittedly, you couldn't tear your eyes off him for long and so, every few seconds, you would come your eyes trained back on the mirror, watching kier carefully, quickly averting your eyes to the floor every time he looked up from your hair, so that he didn't catch you staring. You couldn't help but marvel at the attractiveness of the red haired man behind you, who was rather tall, with piercing hazel eyes and a cool labret hanging underneath his lower lip. You already had a minor crush on him yet, as you barely knew him and didn't want to creep him out, you didn't want to act upon those instincts.
  "Nearly done now, love" kier stated after a period of time and you merely nodded, for some reason not knowing what to say. After a few more minutes, kier had finished and he had styled your hair exactly how you wanted it. You quickly thanked him and paid, smiling lightly as he slipped you a piece of paper. At first, you had merely assumed it was instructions on the best way to treat your hair or something like that, but when you inspected it further, you noticed it was a phone number written in neat, swirly handwriting.

Drew-The Cookie Aisle
   You'd had a busy day at work and after being put through so much stress by your bosses, you were ecstatic that you could finally go home and relax, even though you would be alone. You had just moved to the area, for the exact job you hated and therefore, you barely knew anyone in the area, and liked even less. After splitting up with your long term boyfriend just months ago, you were single and so you lived alone with only a cat for company.To calm your nerves and cheer you up a bit, you decided to call into a supermarket and get a sweet treat on the way home.
   As soon as you entered the busy supermarket, you made your way to the bakery section, knowing that only your favourite brand of double chocolate chip cookies would be able to calm you down and cheer you up when you were like this. Despite the fact that you had only been in the supermarket a handful of times, you found the bakery aisle with ease, smiling lightly at how desolate the aisle was, bar a young, hyperactive blond male at the other end of the aisle, who looked as though he was searching for something. Naturally, you wanted to help him find what he was looking for, yet you had limited knowledge of where stuff was kept and so probably wouldn't be much help. Instead, you made your way to the cookie section and made a grab for the last packet of your favourite variety.
   However, just as your hands made contact with the packet, somebody else grabbed them, and you both let out a small gasp and quickly dropped it back onto the shelf. You turned around to see the young, blond man from earlier, both of you muttering out an awkward "sorry" at the same time, causing you both to giggle. He smiled lightly and handed the cookies to you, just for you to hand them back, signalising that he should have them. As neither of you could decide on who would get the cookies, the man, who you learned to be named Drew, decided to take you to a cafe which he exclaimed "made the best fucking sugar cookies in the whole wide universe".

Shane-Art Gallery
   As an art student at college, you had been offered the privilege of going on a trip with your class to the national art gallery. Of course you had jumped at the chance, despite the fact that you didn't get on with anyone in your class particularly well and would most likely spend the trip alone. You didn't really mind that, as you knew that seeing the way famous painters had constructed their masterpieces would probably help you improve.
   The morning was spent going around in a large group with your fellow students, lead by a tour guide who offered out tibbets of information about the more impressive paintings you passed. You kept out of everyone's way by keeping to the back of the congregation, meaning that you could barely hear a word the tour guide was saying over your classmates annoying babbling. So after lunch, you were ecstatic when it was announced you were free to wonder around as you pleased, as long as you all met up at the entrance at three. You had made your way on the opposite direction to the other students, so that they wouldn't get on the way of your studying.
     Slowly, you made your way around the large gallery, gazing at each piece of art work in absolute awe. you seldom crossed paths with another, which suited you perfectly. You were the end of your trip when you crossed paths with another, who was staring at the same piece of artwork at you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, until he started by telling you his thoughts about the painting, and you found yourself surprised that you agreed with every word he was saying. You quickly introduced yourself and learned that the handsome stranger was called Shane. You completed your trip with him as you both freely talked about the artwork, completely content with each other's company. So content in fact, that the trip ended with the pair of you exchanging numbers

Laurence-The Best Man
   Your best friend was getting married and, whilst you were over the moon that she had found happiness with her fiancé, you couldn't help but feel a little jealous of what they had. It wasn't even that you had dreams of getting married, as you saw little point in the celebration, you just wanted someone to love you in such a way that they would vow to spend the rest of their life with you.
  As the brides best friend, you had been picked to be the maid of honour. This role came with many responsibilities yet, as you helped plan the joyous occasion and hand wrote hundreds of invitations, you didn't complain once. That wasn't what bothered you about being maid of honour, you were dreading the moment you would have to walk down the aisle with your best friend and feel everyone's eyes on you. For the past few months, you had brushed away that feeling of terror, reassuring yourself that it would be fine but now that it was the actual day, you were shaking.
   Excusing yourself for a moment of fresh air, you ran out of the church and leant against the ancient structure, shaking as you tried to fight off a panic attack, knowing that you had to go soon. Nothing you seemed to do calmed you down and you could hear your best friends voice shouting for you from far away, clearly wanting to start with the ceremony. You shook, not knowing whether to stay outside and calm down or go to her like this. Suddenly, you felt arms going around you, rocking you gently as you heard someone, with a voice you didn't recognise, telling you to focus on your breathing. You did as the mysterious stranger instructed and within a few minutes, you had finally calmed down. You looked up slowly to see the twinkling eyes of the best man looking down at you, laced with concern

Luke-The Bar
   You hated work yet, as you were at university and needed to pay for a copious amounts of textbooks, you had no other alternative to working in the dingy little bar you found yourself in now, at nearly midnight. You hated being around drunk men you didn't know as they could be unpredictable, yet you found yourself indulging them in their pleasures by constantly refilling their dirty glasses, despite the voice inside hot knowing better than to do so. It was late and they'd had a little too much to drink, so it should have been obvious that they would soon start acting out towards you, the only female in sight.
   You sighed loudly as one of them stupidly knocked their cup of the bar, allowing it to smash and their beer to spill everywhere, though you knew better than to say anything. Instead, you made your way around the bar and began wordlessly cleaning up the large mess. Suddenly, one of them started hitting on you, ignoring everything you said to try discourage them. You constantly knocked back his advances until he tried to kiss you. You were completely taken by surprise and therefore, had no idea what to do. However, before the guy could get too close to you, another, bearded young fellow had pulled him away from you and was screaming at the guy who had tried to kiss you. You could only watch, bewildered, as the bearded man chased away the trouble makers. You quickly thanked him and as your shift went on, thankfully without another incident, you found yourself growing closer and closer to Luke, the guy who had saved you.