Do you have a name? Or can I call you mine?

I watched the way she walked. She strode with confidence but her attire told you otherwise.
Her aura could entice you. And with a click of a finger, you were under her spell.
She came across as rude, but people just didn't understand her.

I saw how he walked. Head down, hands stuffed in pockets, but he could fool you with his devious smirk.
When he passes you, you couldn't help but feel intimidated.
He gave off the feeling that he was snobby. But really, he just didn't communicate well with people.

Until they met.
That's when the tables turned.

You'll have to read more to find out what else happens! I promise it won't be clichè! Just give it a chance please?

I have a co-writer also. Her username is NeVa_MiNd, you should check her out! Her writing is amazing (as well as her personality)

P.S. Title changed from 'Meant to be? Or just history?' now to 'Do you have a name? Or can I call you mine?'