Grace glances back at the ball of dirt in her hands and her eyes glance at her dirty nails and crusty fingers. Tossing the ball back to the ground, Grace attempts to stand up only to slip backwards and land butt first on the unearthed ground.

"Stupid expensive heels." Grace mumbles in embarrassment and quickly scrambles up to face the grey-eyed man with a glare.

"And yes, it's me again."Grace says as confidently as she can.

Under the illuminating moon and the man choosing not to wear a hoodie on the hot night, Grace could perfectly make out his tousled, long brown hair, tan skin and freshly plucked brows. His misleading features make it seem like his just another hot beach boy ready to catch another wave and meet a sexy blonde haired babe but his eyes tell a different story, they scream danger and just by glancing at them Grace finds herself shivering but she refuses to be put down by any man, not anymore.

Grace, against her better judgement, keeps on glaring at the man even as he narrows his eyes at her.

"What are you doing here?" Demands Grace hoping to break the overwhelming silence and heated gaze of the man.

"I was hoping for a decent jog but yet again I find myself quite disappointed." He mutters his face conveying no emotion.

"Well, honestly you can carry on with your little trot." Grace answers folding her dirty hands. "It's not like I'm standing in the way."

"Yes, you're not but finding a little girl crouched down in the dirt at almost 11 'o'clock covered in leaves and hair disarrayed does stop a man from carrying on with his 'little trot'" He mutters his face stoic as ever but eyes smoldering.

Grace glance at her hands again and a small frown begins to form.

"I'm not disarrayed just softly disheveled." Grace tires to counter.

The man only lifts his brow.

"I'm serious." Grace whines knowing that she's fighting a losing battle.

"Hey, I didn't say anything." The man answers tilting his head to the side, surveying Grace.

'What?" Grace asks straightening out her back.

"Are you homeless?" He asks his face serious ass ever.

"Excuse me?" Grace fumbles. "I am-"

"Because its against park regulations."He interrupts. "No squatters allowed. It's on the board right outside the park, that's if you can actually read."

Grace stares incredulously at the man, her mouth wide open.

Even if I was homeless he wouldn't even offer to help. Jerk!

"You're rude." Grace answers. "Never have I ever met such a unsympathetic man. You don't go around labeling  people homeless and illiterate especially in this society."

"I just look at what's in front of me and draw up a conclusion." He says matter of factly not even batting an eyelash at the wordsGrace had just called him.

"Okay, I see." Grace spreads her arms open. "You see a dirty clothes, probably raccoon eyes, messy hair, chipped nails and crusty fingers and legs,right?"

"Yes." He curtly answers.

"Well, do you see the Christian Louboutin heels, huh?" Grace points out. "And the Volvo car keys lying down over there. You can't just 'conclude' things about people without looking at the bigger picture."

"So because you're wearing over priced heels you think it makes you better?" The man asks his eyes trained on Grace.

"Well, no." Grace answers. "But they do show that I'm not homeless. Dirt doesn't automatically equal homelessness."

"I agree but this would mark the second time seeing you next to this park bench in a less than comprising position."

"True." Grace mutters a small smile on her lips. "But in my defense I'm looking for something."

The man lifts his brow again.

"A necklace. I thought that I might have left it here or something but instead of finding it I landed up looking like a fool."

"A dirty fool." The man adds tilting hid head towards Grace.

Grace let's out a small chuckle and glances at the bright moon.

"I'm Grace." She mutters sticking her crusty hand out.

The man just stares at it for a few seconds, his face emotionless, before he reaches out and firmly shakes Grace's hand.

"Vincent."

Grace shivers as Vincent releases her hand from his vice grip.

"Goodbye Grace." Vincent says stepping around Grace. "I truly do hope this is our last encounter, especially at this bench."

Grace turns around to find him a couple of feet away his strong legs carrying him away.

"I hope so too!" She screams smiling.