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Banner By Dreamin
Day 1
First Meeting With The Most Beautiful Man In The World
Public transit is the worst, Molly Hooper thought to herself as the man sitting next to her spread his legs even further apart. She was already squashed between his rather obese body and the side of the bus, but did that stop the man from taking up more space? No. No, it did not. She sighed and tried to concentrate on her book, which was hard because the man’s elbows were out and jabbing into her personal space. What personal space? the salty voice in her head stated. It wasn’t even all that crowded of a bus, and yet because she’d decided to take the bus instead of biking in the rain, the gods had seen to punish her for her hubris of wanting to stay dry.
The bus came to a stop and miraculously, another seat opened up with ample room on the sides because, blessedly, there were women on both sides. No one seemed to be making a dash for it so she quickly grabbed her things and headed towards the front of the bus to take this glorious, wonderful throne on high--
--only to see The Most Beautiful Man In The World stop in front of it. He seemed vaguely familiar but placing how or why was so hard when he was just so...perfect.
“Oh!” she said, her voice more of a squeak than usual. She wasn’t really a timid mouse of a thing, though her friends joked she was as quiet as one when she got around men (especially of the attractive sort), but that squeak might have led one to think she was from the rodent family. “I’m sorry. I...well, I was coming from the back, and...”
“By all means, take it,” he said. He nodded back towards where she had been sitting. “Some men have more manners than others.”
His voice sounded like the sound angels make when they’re doing folk covers of pop songs on their heavenly harps, she decided. Not that she could ever really think of what that must sound like, but it had to be like what his voice sounded like. Velvety smooth and low baritone and it sent one of those chills straight down her spine to her womanly parts…
Oh, he was moving away.
She sat down, setting her things between her feet and glancing nonchalantly back at him every so often, seeing he hadn’t sat with Mr. “No Sense Of Personal Space” but was rather sitting with a lovely older woman, chatting with her for a moment and making her smile before settling in. He glanced over her way and she gave him her brightest smile. The most dazzling one she had, full wattage all of it.
For far too long.
It was far too bright.
She was making a fool out of herself.
And he was looking away!
Bugger.
Didn’t matter, though. Her stop was next, and she knew as she got off it would be a case of ships in the night, never destined to meet. Parting was such sweet sorrow, never in the morn would they meet--
Wait. He was standing up. Bowing towards the old lady. Moving towards the exit.
He lived in her neighborhood!
Maybe the gods liked her after all. She smiled to herself, humming as a jaunty song came n her iPod, until she realized she was following him. And then he turned left where she turned left. Walked up the stairs she walked on every day to get into and out of her quaint little apartment complex.
Oh please, no no no…
Joy turned to dread when she realized the horrible, horrible truth of the situation. The Most Beautiful Man In The World didn’t just live in her neighborhood…
The Most Beautiful Man In The World was one of her neighbors.
Bloody fucking hell.