It's was particularly cold winter's evening in London, the snow was slowly blanketing the city while the wind blew the falling snow from side to side. I rub my cold nose and blow warm air into my hands. January in this place is probably the coldest. I sigh as I rush along the sidewalk to make my way to a nearby coffee shop, the wind whipping my brown hair around as I walk. The brit's are accustomed to this weather, whereas I am not. I recently moved here from California, USA. I can honestly say I prefer the winter in America when opposed to this. I blow warm air into my hands once more as I enter the coffee shop. In an instant I can feel my body relax as it is met with the heated air from inside the shop. I smile as the warmth hits the skin of my face, my nose burning as it defrosts. I stomp my black combat boots against the ground to throw off the remaining snow before I make my way to the counter.

"Hi, how can I help you?" The cashier chirps and I subconsciously roll my eyes. How can anybody be this happy in his dreadful weather?

"I'll have a cuppaccino and a chocolate chip muffin, please." I notice the cashier furrow his eyebrows as he notices my accent. As I said, I am not a born Brit so obviously I sound American. I brush off the confusion and hand him a few pounds to pay.

"Thank you, miss. Have a seat and I'll bring it to you in a sec." I nod a thank you and turn, harshly bumping into someone.

"O-Oh sorry." I stammer and look up into the most mesmerizing green eyes. I feel my mouth run dry as my throat closes up. He runs a hand through his brown hair and gives me a warm smile. My pulse quickens at the sight of him.

"No problem, Love." He murmurs as he bends to pick up my wallet, which I didn't even notice was not in my hands anymore. His voice is low and raspy, clearly British by his accent.

I blush as he hands me my wallet and makes eye contact. Did he notice me staring?

"Thank you." I muster a small smile and hastily make my way past him to take a seat at a nearby table. I feel his eyes follow me which makes my cheeks turn a brighter color.

As I sit down the cashier sets my hot drink and muffin down in front of me. I thank him and ask him for some sugar as the table had none. He quickly swipes some sachets from another table and hands them to me with a smile. I nod and proceed to sweeten my cuppaccino. I love cuppaccino, but it's a really strong coffee drink so I need a lot of sugar. As soon as I feel pleased with the taste of my cuppaccino I decide to look up, only to find myself staring directly into the green eyed man. He was sat at the table across from me. His intent gaze made me squirm in my seat. Didn't anybody ever tell him that it is rude to stare? I decide to ignore his staring and just eat my muffin. I slowly open my muffin, slightly peeking to see if the man is still staring. I am pleased to find that he is busy talking on the phone. Slight disappointment fills me and I'm quick to shrug it off. How can I be happy about a complete stranger staring at me? A completely gorgeous stranger. I mentally curse myself and shake my head as I tear off a piece of my muffin. I place a piece of muffin in my mouth and close my eyes as I savor the taste. The muffin tastes extraordinary. It's still a bit warm and the chocolate is melted which makes it even more delicious. After a few bites and half of my cuppaccino I look up once again and find that the man is no longer there. I smile and briefly think about the job interview I have scheduled a week from now. Hopefully the people will be nice. I sigh and call the cashier to ask him if I could have an extra muffin as a take away.

I leave the shop feeling warm and cozy, only to be slapped in the face by the cold wind. I frown and pull my black coat over my ears. I cringe when I realize that I still have a long walk home. Unfortunately the chances to find a taxi in this weather were zero. As I continue my speed walking down the street I hear a car behind me and decide to ask for a lift. There's no way I'd make it to my flat without freezing half to death first. I turn and quickly wave my hand to grab the driver's attention. The car slowly comes to a stop in front of me before the window is rolled down. I gasp at the sight.

"Are you following me?" I eye the green eyed guy suspiciously while clutching my handbag close to my side. Partly, because of the cold and partly, because this man is freaking me out. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"No, I just left the coffee shop after you left." He shrugs and I frown.

"So you waited for me to leave before you left?" I counter him, narrowing my eyes and taking a step back.

"That's not what I meant, Love. I was in the washroom and when I came out I saw you leaving. I was on my way though, nothing to do with you." He smiles and shifts his car in park. I take a moment to take a look at the car and notice that it's a black audi A4, my favorite. How ironic.

I grunt and wipe my hair out of my face. Should I even go with him? He might be a serial killer. I sigh and consider my options. Walk and freeze to death or ask for a ride with a guy who could potentially be a serial killer. I'd rather take the ride.

"Do you need a ride?" He voices my thoughts which make me freak out a bit more, but I nod and make my way around the car to get into the passenger seat.

"I thought you'd never get in." He exclaims and closes the window before turning up the heat. I widen my eyes at his statement. He must have seen because he burst out laughing as we drive off.

"Goodness, your paranoid. I just meant that you finally got in so that I can turn up the heat." He shakes his head. I feel a slight pang of guilt run through me for judging this guy too quickly. Am I paranoid? Yes. Does that mean this guy is a psycho killer? Well, maybe.

"Sorry, yes, I am paranoid. Can you blame me though?" I question him and sit back in the seat making myself comfortable.

"I guess not, sorry." He shrugs and gives me a small smile before turning his attention back to the road. I take a look at his mouth and instantly my attraction towards him is spiked. He has such full plump lips. I bite my lip and shift my gaze to his cheek and notice the protruding dimples as he smiles. I wonder if he has dimples on both sides. I shift in my seat as I push down the urge to turn his face and ask him to smile.

"Where do you live?" His voice rings through my thoughts and once again an alarm goes off in my head. Holy shit Ashley, get your act together. He needs to know where you live.

"Clerkenwell road, flat number 12." I state and bite my lip. I honestly hope this guy won't murder me. His audible gasp catches my attention.

"You wanted to walk that far? In this weather?" He looks at me in disbelief.

"Yeah, nothing wrong with a good walk." I state and raise my head.

"Yeah, nothing wrong except if there's a chance that you might die." He explains his face serious.

"I wouldn't have died." I chuckle and shake my head.

"Well, you would have at least gotten frost bite or something." He smiles and I can't help but agree. It is way too cold to be walking that far. Luckily on the way here I grabbed a taxi, but now the weather is too bad to even think about calling a taxi. The weather wasn't this bad when I left my flat, though. It's crazy how the weather can change.

"So, if I may ask, your American right?"Harry questions and I nod.

"Are you just here on a vacation then?" I shake my head and smile.

"No, I moved here about a month ago. I'm still very new, but I quite like it here, just not the weather." I answer which makes him chuckle.

"Yeah the weather is an acquired taste. It's basically always cold or chilly here." He explains and I groan in response which makes him chuckle.

"I take it your British?" I question, but I already know the answer.

"Born and raised." He says proudly. I smile at him and nod. Obviously after noting his accent I knew he is British, but I just had to ask.

"How old are you?" I blurt before I can stop myself.

"28 on February 2nd." He smiles and turns to look at me. "You?" He asks.

"I'm turning 25 in two weeks." I state.

"Hmm" He thinks for a moment before continuing "So 31 January is your birthday?" He questions and I nod. I can't believe how fast time goes by.

"Your birthday is so close to mine." He says in awe which makes me chuckle.

"Yeah? No way!" I say sarcastically which makes him give me a playful glare.

"I'm Harry, by the way." He states and I nod.

"I'm Ashley." I mumble, returning the gesture. He nods and stretches out his hand to put on the radio. As soon as his hand touches the radio the car comes to a halt and dies.

"What?" I instantly question and give Harry a questioning look. He shrugs and quickly jumps out of his car to take a look.

I shake my head and rub my temples. Today is Friday, and it's already half past six. Who wants car troubles on a Friday evening?

"So we have a slight problem." Harry states when climbing back into the car. I raise my eyebrows and cross my arms.

"There's a bit of a blizzard which is causing the roads to pile up with snow. My car is stuck and it doesn't look like we'll be going anywhere soon." He finishes with a huff of air.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I exclaim in frustration.

"Not kidding." He sighs and wipes his face with his hand.

I frown, clearly upset. Harry takes a look at me and frowns before taking out his phone.

"I could call a tow truck, but that would be pretty useless." He suggests and I automatically roll my eyes at him.

"Its fine Harry, I'll just walk. Thanks for the lift though." I give him a tight smile before unlocking the door.

"It's really not necessary, you could just wait here." He gestures to his car and I shake my head.

"Look, thanks for the offer, but as much as I would like to sit here with a complete stranger for who knows how long, I'd rather take a chance and go home." I snap and Harry frowns. He narrows his eyes and shakes his head at my stubbornness.

"Fine, be my guest." He grunts and leans over to push open the door. I ball my fist at his bluntness and quickly jump out of the car, only to sink into the snow. The snow reaches to just below my knee. I gasp as the coldness quickly envelopes me. Instantly I regret my decision and slide back into the car before closing the door and rubbing my legs. I'm not even sure how we made it this far in a pile of snow that high.

"I guess you're staying the night with a complete stranger." Harry mumbles and crosses his arms before leaning back into his seat.

"I guess so." I say simply and rest my head in my hands.

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