The Girl With A Bow In Her Hair

Savannah Rose's day ran pretty smooth.

get up, get dressed, go to school, get changed at school, rush to work, take orders, go home, sleep. REPEAT. day in and day out.

But on the 13th of April in a mad rush to make it to work without her precious skyline she bumps into a gorgeous blue eyed, brown haired hunk with a mouth full of pavement.

"my gosh are you ok?" I stuck out my hand trying to help him up as he stare helplessly at her. maybe he doesn't speak English. I shrugged "sorry, do you not speak English" this time speaking slower and more clear.

"oh sorry, yeah I'm ok thank you!" he muttered almost a little shocked. taking my hand in his he managed to pull himself up off the side of the road and stand his bag up next to him.

"I'm sorry I can't stay too long but I've got 7 minutes to be at work" I said as quickly as possible before letting go of the strangers hand and rushing off straightening the bow holding my curls from my eyes. Sugar! I mentally face palmed, I never even got his name....