// and this is how it starts //

"Ive been seeing you for a year now, and I think now is the right time to ask. Matty, can you please tell me about her?" Effie, my 49 year old therapist, asked me.

"Loving her hurt. Everything she did hurt."

"Can you please evaluate?" She tensed up against the back of her old leather chair.

"Where shall I start?" I bit my thumb.

"Start when you met her, tell me your story."

It had been an rainy day and I was rushing into a near grocery store to buy coffee grinds, scanning the isle for my preferred brand I happened to bump into someone behind me.

"Watch out, prick." She hissed at me, I turned my head to see whom I bumped into. She was a little shorter than me, with long legs, dirty blonde wavy hair parted down the middle, pale complexion, full pink lips, huge light brown eyes, and she was dressed in black from head to toe.

"Next time don't stand in the middle of the isle then, babe." I smirked at her.

"You're such a pig." She made a face of disgust and walked away.

A couple of minutes later I was walking out to my car and I saw her loading her car with many bags in the pouring rain. I really was going to help her but she was such a bitch, that I didn't want to. I decided to bother her.

"Hey babe, need help!" I yelled from across the parking lot.

"Go to hell." She snarled back.

"I would, but I don't want to risk the chance of running into you again." I laughed, she flipped me off and got into her car. I really thought this girl was a mean, rude, terrible person, but I wanted to know her. I was afraid I wouldn't accidentally run into her again, so I followed her around. She went to a coffee shop, a manicure place, and then finally to a camera shop. My chance to meet her.

I didn't even know her name and it intrigued me to find out what this beautiful devil's name was. She was searching where the huge professional Kodaks were, while I stuck near the Polaroids, because they always fascinated me.

I, however, managed to make my way to her section, and yes, I made sure to bump into her yet another time.

"Are you serious right now?" Her voice was harsh, but her attention was still drawn to the camera.

"Sorry, babe." I whispered in her ear.

"You again!" She turned around sharply, "Are you following me?"

"No, but since we have seen each other twice today, might as well introduce ourselves. Here, Ill start. Hello, I am Matthew Healy." I stuck my hand out. For the sake of the moment she shook my hand and said, "Hello Matthew, I am Layla Henderson."

She picked up her purse and the camera, and went to checkout. She just paid for the camera, and began to leave.

"Layla!" I called out before she left, "Photograph me one day."

"Come find me." She smiled and pushed open the door.