Without thinking, I flicked the penny into the cold, fountain water, watching it sink. Fortune can decide for itself. I walked back towards the man who was watching me in a polite manner. I couldn't help but allow a small blush to appear on my cheeks. "What did you wish for?" He asked, the sun hitting his flawless features. "I don't know just yet." "It doesn't work like that." He laughed. "Fine. I wish for your name." My cheek slipping through my lips. "Brian May." I nodded, it was a lovely name. "And you are?" "Freddie Bulsara."