Prologue
He walked passed me, and I smelled that familiar scent that reminded my mind of the beautiful time we spent together, while my heart was still trying to forget. I looked around my apartment now, this was it. He was collecting his things. He was moving out. We were broken up, and our love was finally in all the pieces that we never expected it to fall into. He looked so muscular, carrying the boxes in and out of my front door, and nothing about this seemed to phase him. I wanted him to be as broken as I was, and maybe that sounded heartless, but I did. Somewhere deep inside my head, was a voice saying that maybe he was, and he was just "being a guy" and not letting his emotions show, or maybe he was still angry with me. The latter was more believable, our fight was horrendous.
I watched his curls bounce around and happy memories were shot at me like a gun target. He rammed into me trying to reach something on my left, his car keys. I was again, caught off guard by the smell of his cologne. It was the last time my nose would touch it. I whispered a small, quiet, "Bye" and he slammed the door shut.
Chapter 1
The day was bright and sunny, my first actual day, of many in my new home, New York City. I was doing a little job-hunting, and it was seemingly going nowhere. Everywhere that looked relatively decent, was not hiring anymore. Just my luck. I reached into my purse, half-remembering sliding a water bottle from my fridge into the bag before running out my door. My hand fished around inside, until my eyes travelled inside too, and then I realized that I left the water back home. I was looking from afar, but it appeared to me that there was a corner store just up the sidewalk.
I walked into the store, it was dirty and small, but they had water bottles, that was all I needed. While I was paying, I hurried to get the 2 dollars out of my wallet, and a single penny fell down beside me. I turned around to pick it up, but before I could, I inhaled a beautiful cologne, followed by astonishing green eyes, staring into mine. A guy about my age, maybe a bit older, with a cheeky grin had picked up my penny for me, and was handing it to me. I was in awe, he was gorgeous. His curly, brown locks, were just the right length, and fell in all the right places. His big green eyes were striking and intoxicating. Then the way he smiled, all cheeks and that one dimple on the right of his mouth, I couldn't help but smile back. He looked down to the ground, shyly, while I managed to let out a "Thank you" His eyes wandered to the water that was on the counter behind me, and I then grabbed my water, and left the store.
I had just managed to make a few steps out the door, and I felt his big hand lightly touch my right elbow, I quickly turned around, but before I could say anything, he spoke:
"That penny, it was heads up." -He was British, and my ears like to melted at the sound of his deep, slow voice- I managed a quick nod.
"Pennies that are picked up heads up are supposed to be lucky, right?"
"According to superstition-that's right." I answered
"Well since I picked up the penny-that is accordingly 'lucky'-does that ensure me luck for the day?" I simply nodded. Why was he saying this?
"So, I was thinking: 'What will I do with this luck?' I mean, it's not everyday that I gain so much luck by simply doing a good deed." I accidentally let out a smile. He smiled back, the same cheeky smile from the store.
"You have a beautiful smile." He complimented.
"Thanks..." I finally spoke. "But you were saying about your 'new luck'?"
"That's right, thank you, erm.. well, I was wondering if you'd want to go get some lunch with me?" I was shocked. Here was this young man, who, if was any slight of normal, would've just picked up my penny and left me alone, but obviously, I was dealing with a young man who was not any slight of normal. I didn't even know his name!
