Lone Digger

    There he was in his black button up shirt and blue jeans, his chestnut hair complimenting his milk chocolate eyes. He had a red cup full of water. He was standing in a corner not talking to anyone. His name was Owen Armstrong. Looking at him from across the room was a girl, her name was Kristina Shelton. She was wearing a red, strapless, mid-thigh dress. She had olive skin, dark grey eyes and long straight black hair. She walked over to him. "Hey." She said smiling at him. He looked up and saw the admittedly gorgeous girl standing in front of him. He smiled back a little shocked she would ever talk to him. "Are you here with anyone?" She asked. He shook his head no. "I'm Kristina Shelton. What's your your name?" She asked. " Owen Armstrong" He said just loud enough for her to hear. Just after he said that the song Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran started. "Oh, I love this song. You want to dance with me?" She asked. He shook his head no. "Come on, please?" She said with a pleading look. It was that look that made him fall for her, and it was her voice and everything about her. He nodded and she dragged him onto the dance floor. Surprisingly he was quite a good dancer. He was on time and light on his feet. But that's not what made her love him. It was his eyes, it was his voice, it was his caring nature, it was everything. That night they realized that they were meant for each other. He was hers and she was his. For all eternity.