At first sight

"Ugh!" I threw down the last box from the moving truck. "Thanks, Marcus." I panted. "No problem!" He said in his beautiful British accent. I knew I would never see him again. But then again I could just ask him for his number. Or maybe if I show more skin? No! You're not a stripper! "Um, Hey Marcus," "Yeah?" Marcus replied. Then I chickened out he was to good for me. I stood there for a good minute paralyzed, like a dog who had gotten shocked by the highest voltage on a shock collar. "Katelyn?" He said curiously. He quickly snapped his fingers in front of my face. "What?" I said as I regained conciseness "You were saying..." Marcus said. I stuttered, " Um, would you like to go to the cinema with me?" He came closer to me and hugged me. He kissed the top of my head. It felt like I had been engulfed by in a blanket straight from the dryer. He let go. I sat down on a box. I murmured," What was that?" "Did you like it?" He smirked. I must have passed out. I was on my couch when I woke up. His number was on a sticky note. I smiled and called him. I heard a phone ring. "That's not my ringtone,'' I sleepily said. I saw a tall man in black skinny jeans bending over taking out frames from one of my boxes. He had a grey shirt with dark grey stripes and blonde spiked up hair. It was Marcus. His phone lit up in his back pocket. I hung up. I embraced him. He turned around and quite literally swept me off my feet.