There she was, hair gently blowing in the wind. A silly grin hiding behind a pair of glasses. She let out little giggle.
But let's flash back to how I met her first.
"Phil! Can you hurry up? We're going to be late!" I groaned from the lounge.
Phil ran from his bedroom holding his phone,coat and bag in one hand while trying to put socks on with the other. He was such a mess. A cute mess.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I had a late night, ok?" he whined.
We quickly ran out the door and hopped into a taxi. We were heading to BBC for our final radio show before going on tour. The radio show with Phil was extremely fun and even kinda sad.
"So what's for dinner?" I asked Phil, eagerly waiting for a response"Is food the only thing you think off, Daniel?" Phil said.
"Well it is the most important - CRASH!
I looked up. I had just jumped into a girl. She had dropped loads of books and papers. I quickly bent over and helped her pick them up. As I handed her the last paper, I looked up at her face.
" Peres your hapers