The Boy Who Was The One

Drake

The service started off normally with the young children running around being babies and having fun. She was a leader at church for the younger kids and would watch over them until their parent came to fetch them. 

I was playing with the little kids when a boy with complex blue, green, brown and gold eyes and shaggy brown hair approached her. He was wearing a black leather jacket that read 'Eagles' on it, a bright blue shirt and black jeans. He wore shoes that would've been nice except they were worn and faded as if he'd been wearing them for years.

"Hello, miss.", his voice was deep and rugged almost like a movie movie star. "Ah, and so we meet again Lucy, might I say how lovely it is to see you again. You look absolutely gorgeous."
He took my hand, knelt down and kissed it.

As if saying my name in such a tender way wasn't enough to make my heart melt, when Drake kissed her hand, I almost fainted.

Gorgeous,? I thought. I gave herself a quick once over. Light blue, faded jeans in a loose green shirt and my frizzy, curly hair fell lightly past her shoulders. Mybhair was somewhere in between black, red and brown.

"Uhm  thanks.", was all I could manage to say in the moment.

Drake picked up his baby sister, who I knew very well, Jessica. She was 6 with brown and blonde curls and big brown eyes and was absolutely adorable.