The charcoal Model 4 Ford truck rolled up to the back entrance of Downton. Out of which, hopped a bright, Irish lad . The sunlight shimmered off of his emerald tinted eyes and his amber curls bounced on his head. None of that could be seen behind the stack of crates that he carried, however.

    "Blimey! These crates are heavy, Mr Neely!" I exclaimed.

    "Oi quit your whining and put them inside!" Mr Neely said.

    I shook my head and trudged into the kitchen of a large estate.

    "Who's there?" An older female voice asked.

    "Delivery for a Mrs. Patmore?" I said. "Where do you want these?" I asked.

    "Oh dear, in the pantry. Let me get someone to help you." She said, "Thomas!"

    An annoyed English voice replied, "I'm the under-butler now, I can't do those meaningless tasks."

   " Oh hush up and help the poor boy!" Mrs Patmore yelled.

    "Of course, Mrs Patmore, since you asked so kindly." Thomas replied sarcastically.

    "Thank you sir." I said to the mysterious man as a weight was lifted off of my hands. I still could not see the face of the man assisting me. But at last, we walked to the pantry and the boxes were down.

Thomas POV

      The chap, whom I helped to move some crates, looked up at me as we set down the final box. As he looked up I noticed a handsome Irish face with Auburn, blonde hair and green eyes. Oh my god. Is he, interested in me?? No, silly fool. He's obviously just looking up from the boxes. Still .

    To break the silence I decided to ask him a question. "I assume you are filling in for our usual delivery man."

    "Oh no, I just try to do a few odd jobs to get money, every so often." He said with an Irish brogue... that voice...It's so, no. Thomas. Remember what happened with Jimmy.

    "So you're from Ireland?" I asked, then realize it was pointless, obviously he was Irish.

    "What gave it away?" He chuckled.

    "What's your name then?" I said while laughing.

    "Daniel O'Connor, sir." He replied. I extended my hand to Daniel.

    "I'm Thomas, Thomas Barrow."

    "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Barrow." He stated as we shook hands.

    "Please, it's Thomas" I told him.

    "Well, thank you for the help, Thomas." Daniel said smoothly.

    "He seems nice." Daisy said to Mrs Patmore after he left.

    "I wouldn't mind seeing him more often." Mrs. Patmore muttered. 

    "Me too." I agreed silently.