#24/The Heart Robber

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Imagine: You go back to your house, and see this man at your window, trying to go inside or outside, you don't really know. Caught by surprise, he's stop moving and just stares at you. Frowning, you ask him:

"What the hell were you doing? I'm going to call the police!"

"No! Please no!", he begs before falling in the grass.

You keep your eyes stuck on his face, and, still on the ground, he gives you explanations.

"OK. Don't think I'm a thief or whatever. I come from London town, I'm just an ordinary guy. You probably don't remember, but we were both next to each other at the Elton John's concert. You drunk too much alcohol, so I asked you where you were living and I brought you back home. And since this day, I can't help thinking of you... 

That's when you've got flashbacks of this night. You remember his kindness, his protectiveness... "He's a good person", you thought.

"I don't know your phone number.", he continues. "That's why I'm here..."

"And that you broke into my house..." You finish.

Embarassed, he looks away. But you're not angry; in fact, you're pleased. Even though you were drunk that night, you remember that you really liked him. You smile at the blond, and raise your hand, in the direction of the ground.

"I'm (Y/N)(Y/L/N)."

"Roger Taylor", he answers while shaking your hand.


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