Matty has never appreciated love. Stella has never cared much for feeling it. But all that changes as they're thrown into each others lives before they even realize what is happening.

Matty and Eloise were ships in the night, passing closely but never quite finding each other. That is, until now. "There was a pause in the conversation. I wasn't sure what to say. So I simply didn't say anything. Instead, I stared down at my hands and picked at my chipped red nail polish. When I looked up, Matty wasn't engrossed in his coffee or back asleep like I'd expected. His deep brown eyes were trained on me."

"Tell me something about you, Lace." "I don't like when you call me that." He raised his eyebrows, smirking at her attitude, "Why?" "Because it doesn't suit me," She shrugged, "I'm not seductive or even interesting in that matter. I'm just plain and simple, nothing special - certainly nothing like lace." He immediately stopped walking, which caused her to stop too since their hands were still holding onto each other. Looking her straight in the eyes, he shook his head, "You're fucking hot, Lacey. All whilst looking classy as shit. You're everything like lace."