Perfect To Me

Chapter 1

Abby's POV

I woke up to my alarm clock blasting itself in my all too quiet bedroom and when I glanced at the evil machine I noticed I had overslept by an hour and if I didn’t get my butt in gear I would be late for work today. It’s a good thing I’m the type of person that plans their outfits the night before, so I was able to dress properly today and not look a fool. I threw my clothes on and added a beanie on top of my brown waves that stopped mid back, I loved my natural hair it had the beach wave’s vibe to it. I grabbed my bag and threw in everything I would need today. Before leaving my perfect sized apartment I kissed my dog goodbye and made sure I had my keys, I always forget them! I ran out the door and after locking it I quickly decided to take the stairs since I lived on the third floor, taking them two at a time I reached the lobby in no time where the doorman was holding the door open for me, as he saw I was in a rush.

“Overslept I see Miss. Abby?” Stan, the doorman, said to me as I ran past him.

“You know it!” I threw over my shoulder as I ran out on to the street. Finally I took the time to stop and catch my breath; I glanced down at my watch and saw I actually had time to get a quick coffee and something to munch on. Walking the busy streets of London to get to the nearest Starbucks I kept bumping into people. I put a protective hand over my purse, hoping I didn’t get mugged or anything of the sorts. I finally spotted the Starbucks and took off running. Once I got inside I saw the line wasn’t too long and quickly hopped in it. I took my iPhone out and placed the headphones in my ear and listened to Ed Sheeran as I waited in line to order my coffee. I couldn’t help but dance a little to his music, I didn’t care that I was in public I’m free spirited and I love me some Ed. After a few minutes it was my turn to order my coffee.

“Venti French Vanilla Cappuccino and a blueberry muffin please,” I said to the barista, who looked like she didn’t want to be working this morning. She quickly told me my total and I handed her a 20 and told her to keep the change. The way her face lit up at the big tip I gave her made me feel better, knowing I probably just made her day. I stepped to the pickup counter where after waiting a few minutes I was handed my muffin and my drink. I walked outside into the chilly mid- May London day and just took it all in. I’ve been living in London for 2 years and I absolutely adored it. I knew this is where I belonged. With a smile gracing my face I quickly headed towards my office building. The streets were crowded today, I don’t see why not, it’s a beautiful day out! Just as I was walking a man bumped into me and made me drop my muffin and all the contents of my purse spill out onto the sidewalk. Many people walked by uttering curse words at me as I blocked the sidewalk.

“Thanks asshole! You made me drop my muffin!” I yelled in the man’s direction. I bent down to start scraping my items into my purse when I felt someone else bend down to help me. I looked up and saw a rather young man picking up my wallet and cell phone, he picked his head up and I was struck by his beautiful green eyes.

“Here you are,” he said in his raspy British accent. Those made me melt. I love the accents here, so much better than my American one. I took the items from him with a smile that said thank you, which he returned. He had dimples. I love guys with dimples, and not only did he have dimples but they reached his eyes! Momma loves that! After he helped me picking everything else up he stood up and held his hand out to help me up, which you better believe I took.

“Thank you so much, at least someone is nice,” I mumbled adjusting my bag on my shoulder. I sadly looked down at my muffin that was probably covered in germs now.

“I take it you were looking forward to your muffin?” He said, a smile appearing on his

“You have no idea. They have the best muffins ever. I cared more about my muffin than I did my purse,” I said, looking up and meeting his eyes. He was about an inch or two taller than me, and he was definitely young, he looked familiar but I couldn’t quite place where I’d seen him before.