"I could hear the sound of my running footsteps. Trashing through puddles. The water splashing from them landing on my jeans as I ran to find somewhere to hide out. Till this storm passes. Looking for any place that was open, not having much luck. I soon saw a store with the lights on inside, and people through the big window. I took my chances, and ran faster. Finally getting to the door I opened it. Looking around I took in the warmth of the little store, that seemingly sold books. 'Just my luck,' I thought, 'Everywhere else is closed.' I made my way to the bookshelf not far from me, picking up the first book that caught my eye. I felt a person walk up next to me. I jumped, hearing a vaguely familiar voice speak to me. "Um hey I know this is gonna sound weird but, Do I know you?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This story is about the self-conscious yet gentle painter Issac Whitlow, and an independent and self-made actor Dean Harwood. They randomly meet during a storm while hiding out in a a small bookshop. Where will there relationship go? What will they find out about each other?