She had always wanted to marry for love, not money, not looks; just pure, undeniable love. Those dreams were soon shattered as soon as she fell on a greek god in the middle of Times Square. As soon as she looked at him, she knew if they ever had a relationship it would either start out as pure attraction and nothing else, or it would progress into something much more. However, taking one look at his eyes, she soon realized that this man wanted nothing more than to rid his life of her and pretend she was burning in hell to an eternal death. A bit morbid, but if looks could have killed, she would have been at least 11 feet under. Even though, this interaction seemed to have been their first and last, it was far from it.