We met in Windsor //roadtrip

"As I walked down the street to work, a middle aged man crashed into me and made my bag fall onto the floor, spilling out everything inside of it. I sighed as I turned to look at the man carry on walking, not even caring to help.

"Jerk" I muttered as I bent down to start picking my belongings up of the cold, hard ground.

I suddenly felt the presence of someone coming towards me and then kneel down beside me.

"Here, let me help you"

I looked up at the boy; he was wearing a grey hoodie and black jeans and had brown hair with brown eyes. He was cute to stay the least."