🍀 Clover Daniels – Mar. 17, 2015

     I didn’t want to go job hunting today so despite telling Claire that I would, I opted for strolling around the city – or course with my pepper spray in my coat pocket because you never know if someone will attack you in New York – and just enjoy the cold day, it reminded me of the winter’s in England. It also reminded me of those childhood memories of Claire, Mark and I building snowmen and taking plenty of family pictures, ones that hung on the wall at my parent’s home. But it wasn’t snowing in New York, and Mark wasn’t here and Claire is too loved up with Fred and her designs.

     Wow, that got bitter very quickly.

     Sighing, I stare at my boots as I walk towards the park – I’ve always been attached to the old park, no kids played here since there was a better one that was made a few months ago, especially the swings. And just as the toe of my boot grazed the grass, I felt pain on my upper arm.

     “What the hell!?” I shout holding my hand over the spot. I turn around to see a wide-eyed, grinning blond. He was dressed in a green jumper and black jeans.

     “You’re not wearing green,” he tells me, shoving his hands into his pockets, the grin never fading. “It’s a rule to wear green on St. Patty’s.”

     “Oh, I’m sorry, I had no idea we were twelve.” I glare at him.

     “It’s an all ages kind of holiday,” he says in defense.

     “It’s not a holiday,” I deadpan watching as he scrunches his nose in distaste.  Why must my day always be ruined? I mean sure, he was attractive with his shimmering blue eyes – and I was standing quite close to him to see gold flecks – and shaggy blond hair and had quite a cute smile and – not now, Clover. He just f*cking pinched you and is now arguing with you.

     “Where I’m from it is,” he retorts making me take notice of his accent. Irish, of course.

     “Yeah, well, you’re in America so,” I say with a shrug before turning around but before I could walk away, he caught my arm and sighed.

     “You can’t just leave,” he says with a frown.

     “And why can’t I?”

     “Because when I meant a beautiful girl, I expect a name and possibly a number.”

     And then grins at me as if trying to make amends. Though I am flattered that he called me beautiful, pinching is not a way to get on my good side. Especially since this day was already crappy due to Claire giving me the job lecture and how I need to work harder to keep a job. I’ve had that lecture one too many times and hearing it again this morning didn’t not start my day off right and then there is this, a cute guy pinches me for not wearing green on St. Patrick’s Day.

     He stares at me expectantly for a minute before sighing. “Fine, I’ll start. I’m Niall.”

     He lets go of my arm to extend his hand to me, huffing, I decided that my day probably won’t get any better so I accept his hand. “Clover.”

     “Funny. It’s St. Patty’s and your name is Clover.”

     “Ha. Ha.”

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(A/N): not much to say but hey!

P.S. picture of Claire who is played by Nina Dobrev x