*Olivia*
Damn the weather in London is really frightful.. the snow is tumbling down like tufts of cotton candy from a ink coloured sky and it is freezing, making people scuttle along. To make it all the worse it rained just before the temperature dropped and there is now ice everywhere.

I am trying to look where I am going, balancing a tray of cookies for old Mr Samuelsen three doors down from me.. I mean it's a short walk.. even I should be able to do that with no accidents.. even if I tend to be.. let's say rather unlucky.

"No Bobby.. watch out boy, it's icy there". I hear a voice and look up to see a man with a dog. The dog is happily trotting along. I adore dogs and the chocolate coloured cocker spaniel is so cute, I can't help smiling.

"Bullocks". I know a grown woman of 43 years old should not curse.. but it just slips out as I in return slip on some ice, being to busy watching the dog and I feel my legs go.. like right into the air, knowing pain is on the way.

And the pain comes, not only in my behind as expected, no.. clumsy as I am I just have to bump my head on my neighbours bottom step, feeling pain shoot through my head and down my spine.

"Hello there darling.. are you okay ?" I hear a warm and very posh british voice next to me. "Can you look at me ? Should I call an ambulance ?"

I slowly open my eyes trying to focus, looking into the most intense blue eyes.. then ..ginger curls framing a handsome face with the sharpest bone structure I ever saw. "Am I dead ? You are an angel right ?"

He lets out the most adorable chuckle. "No..sorry, I am just Tom I'm afraid.. Maybe I should call an ambulance".

"No.. I am okay.. I just need..". I look around seeing my cookies on the ground, quickly being eaten by the guys dog. "Oh no.. my cookies".

"Bobby ! No..". He looks mortified and start collecting pieces of cookies, trying to get them on the plate. "I am so so sorry".

I try to get up. "Just leave them.. they are ruined anyway.. have to go make new ones".

Of course my food slip and I am just about to fall right back down, but the guy.. Tom.. catches me. "Ohh whoopsie darling.. we don't want another fall now".

"Thanks.. I'm Olivia by the way". I slowly release my grab on his arm. "I better get inside".

"Are you sure you.. ". His eyes suddenly widens. "You are bleeding darling.. I really think you should have that looked at".

Problem is I hate doctors.. also I feel totally okay and I do not want to spend Christmas eve in an emergency room. "It's okay.. probably just a scratch.. don't worry.. thanks for your help".

"You are welcome.. but please at least let me help you inside and we can take a closer look at the .. scratch.. okay ?" His eyes are kinda begging but at the same time I am pretty sure I have no real choice.

"Okay then.. come on.. I am right here". I turn, slip and fall right into his arms again.

He chuckles again. "You really need to watch for ice darling.. here let me help you".

He offers me his arm and I gratefully accept it.. me and walking seems a bad combo today.

"Okay this is me". I unlock the door to my small townhouse and open it. "Come on in".

"Well thank you darling". He looks at the dog. "Uhm I can tie up Bobby out here if needed".

I quickly shake my head. "Oh no.. he is more than welcome inside.. I wouldn't want him out in the cold snow".

"Okay then". He smile warmly at me, his smile is of course as beautiful as the rest of him. "Can I let him free ? I promise he doesn't chew on stuff".

"I insist you do". I can't help smiling back. "And don't worry.. he is cute.. I would forgive him".

He bend down to release the dog, who shuffle off to inspect my home, then he shrug out of his coat, hanging it on the rack.. then he holds out his hands and I shrug out of mine, letting him take it and place it next to his. "Come, let's have a closer look at that wound.. where is your bathroom".

"This way". I lead the way.

"Sit my dear". He points to a stool I have there and I oblige. He goes to my bathroom cabinet and look at me. "Can I ?"

I nod and he open it, finding a washcloth. He wets it and very gently comb my hair out of the way with his long fingers before he stars cleaning the wound I apparently managed to make.

"What are you doing ?" I ask as he takes out his phone, snapping a picture of my head.

"Just sending this to a friend who is a doctor.. you know for a professional opinion". He gives me another warm reassuring smile.

Of course he knows a doctor.. probably his girlfriend.. I mean a man this handsome and helpsom and nice on top, he must have a girlfriend at least. "Oh.. isn't you wife..". He shakes his head. "Girlfriend ?" Another shake. "Boyfriend.. going to wonder where you are ?"

He throws his head back, letting out that cute chuckling sound. "No one waiting for me at home I am afraid.. but would be girlfriend in case there would have been someone".

"Oh.. I hope it was okay to ask ?" My cheeks heat up, realising it sounded like I was coming on to him... I mean I wouldn't.. I don't do that.. men makes me awkward and clumsy.. also I am sure he is younger than me. "I just wanted to.. make sure you did not get in trouble".

"No trouble..". He gives me a smile as my phone pling, then he pull it up to read. "Okay, professional opinion.. emergency room would be best, but elseway I should make sure you are coherent and that someone is with you for the next 12 hours".

I look at him, hoping my expression is more cute than pathetic. "Please no emergency room".

"Do you have anyone who can stay with you.. make sure you are okay ?" His eyes look me over, slowly, like he is reading me.

I make a face. "Nah.. but it's okay.. I am totally fine.. so no need to worry".

"Sorry I can't leave you unsupervised like this.. let's just check if you are coherent". He gives me a soft grin. "So what is your full name ?"

"I am okay Tom". He sends me a glare and I sigh. "Olivia Poppins.. yeah like Mary Poppins.. and no I don't fly".

His face cracks into another glorious smile.. damn that man is so handsome it should be illegal. "Okay miss Poppins .. it is miss right ?"

"Yes.. it is miss". I feel my cheeks heat up.. unfortunately it is very much miss.. I have always been awkward around men and.. Well I have settled to the fact that I will remain a miss forever.

"And where do you live mis Poppins ?" He tries to look all serious.

I sigh. "Here in my little house, in London.. England.. the earth.. seriously Tom I am totally fine.. no reason to worry".

"Still.. I think I better stay here.. just to be sure". He holds out his hand and help me to my feet. "Unless you really want to get rid of me".

Do I want to get rid of him.. no not really.. I mean he is handsome, sweet, kinda funny.. and give me more attention than probably any other man ever have. "Nah you can stay.. but I need to bake some new cookies".

"Lead the way.. I can help".. h bite his lip. "Well at least taste them and such".

"Come on then.. I better double up the recipe then". I send him a grin.. but my inside is clenching up a bit.. don't fool yourself Olivia.. a man like that is not interested in a 43 year old awkward virgin.

In the kitchen I find all the ingredients and start mixing them, Tom has jumped up to sit on my counter, watching me and humming along to the radio. "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.. fitting song.. the way it's coming down outside.. I hope it will stop so it's possible for people to get to their destinations tomorrow".

"Yeah". I mumble. For the first time I have nowhere to go and no one to be with on Christmas day. "I mean I would love for there to be loads of snow.. but I have nowhere to go so..".

"Nowhere to go ? On Christmas day". He looks almost shocked. "There is no family or friends around ?"

"My parents are out in Asia for work.. and my sister flew out to join them.. so no one". I give him a small smile. "It's okay though".

He bites his lip. "So what held you here ? Work ?"

I nod. "Yeah I worked today and I have to work again the 26th from early morning.. so well I would spend two times 12 hours on a plane to have like 5 hours there.. not worth it".

"Oh I can see that". He nod slowly. "Hmm.. Well we can look at that later.. now we need to taste that cookie dough".

I hold out the bowl to him and he snatch a rather big piece. "Better watch out you won't end up with a tummy ache".

He pad his flat abs on top of the blue sweater. "This is lined with steel on the inside.. nothing can upset it".

Half and hour later I am looking at him shaking my head as he snacks another unbaked cookie from the last tray. "Seriously how are you skinny with that appetite ?"

"I am very active .. and I guess I have a high natural metabolism or something.. actually bulging up is harder for me than staying thin". He shrugs.

"Don't go around telling women that.. they will hate you". I put the last tray in the oven and straightens up.

He jumps down on the floor, giving me a cheeky chuckle. "Might be the reason I am single".

"Could be.. or the fact that you are .. intimidating to women". I don't really know were it comes from.. I am usually not that blunt.

"Intimidating ? You think I am intimidating ?" He steps closer looking at me in this way that makes my whole inside clench up badly.

I shake my head, trying to find words.. stumbling over them. "Well .. no .. yeah.. it's just you are so.. perfect.. smart.. handsome .. nice.. a poor woman can't really think straight".

He throws his head back laughing that special and very adorable ehehehe laugh. "Oh darling you are adorable.. even more so with flour on your cheek".

"Flour ? Oh !" I lift my hand trying to brush it off.

"No here darling". He steps closer, gently brushing his fingers over my other cheek. "Here you go".

For some reason his long fingers linger on my skin and I am pretty sure I have stopped breathing.. his beautiful blue eyes look into mine and.. there is a loud crash and a yelp from the living room.

"Bobby !"