She sat down, in the bar. On her own, as usual.
Steph wasn't really sure what she could do with her life, she cocked it all up, again. She felt, unloved, alone and angry.
As she sat down, she ordered vodka, thinking over and over to herself what she had done. But then, she stood up quickly, bumping into a strange, tall mysterious figure, gasping loudly as she gets bashed into the bar stool, wincing.
The man quickly puts his drink down and rushes over to Steph. 'Shit! Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!' She drops to the floor, making out that the man's voice actually sounded concerned about her, she hadn't really been worried about before.
'God!' She cries out as she tries to move, blood running down the back of her head, she holds a hand to it, wincing loudly. She tries to stand, but stumbles into the man, he groans slightly, picking her up, bridal style and rushing out side, calling for an ambulance.
A few hours later, Steph begins to wake up, her clothes beside her, and she is in a hospital gown, her head being stitched up, she slowly turned to face the man who bumped into her the night before, seeing that he was asleep, holding her hand. Gasping loudly, she quickly sits up and looks at him, biting her lip uncomfortably. 'He was beautiful' she thought to herself. His long, elegant fingers wrapped around hers, his neck fully exposed. Steph kept thinking about last night, she could hardly remember anything, all she remembered, is that she was pregnant.