Just trying something new, HIMYM inspired. Hope you like it :)

2035.

He walked into the living room of his family home, followed by his two children; a sixteen year old girl and an eighteen year old son. They mostly looked like their mother, but they had his brown hair and his temper. And just like him, they would both go to Harvard. He sat himself down in his armchair and signalled his kids to do the same. The eighteen year old Nate let himself fall down in the couch that stood on the opposite side of the coffee table placing his feet on it. His younger sister Kate gently placed herself besides him. She looked up at her dad with her big brown eyes; she had the same look on her face he was used to seeing on their mothers face; like she already knew what was going on. But she either didn't know or she was one hell of an actress, "Why are we here dad?"

Her brother joined her question; "Yeah, is this important? I've basketball practice."

"Of course this is important, Nathaniel," he replied looking at the two in front of him, "I want to talk to you about your mother."

Kate's expression changed by hearing the serious tone of her father's voice and her brown eyes looked even bigger now. "Is mom alright?" the girl asked, her brother now also concerned about this family get together their father had called them for.

"No, god no!" he replied, "I just want to tell you a story. An incredible story." Now his kids just looked confused. "The story of how I met your mother."

Nate placed his feet on the ground again and leaned forward, "are we being punished for something?"

"No."

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"It was 2015 and I had just renewed the contract with one of the firm's clients. I know, I know, it sounds boring, but it is just one of the things you have to do as name partner," he continued.

"You never told us mom was one of your clients," Kate interrupted.

"That's because she wasn't," he replied as he looked at his daughter.

"I thought you were going to tell us about how you met mom?" Nate replied, annoyed he couldn't hang out with his friends that afternoon.

"I am. Just wait, you'll see," the old lawyer replied. "So I was at this fundraiser for work with your uncle Mike and my life was good. I had everything, until he screwed up. It wasn't a case, no that would have been something I could handle; he asked your aunt Rachel to marry her and of course she said yes. So that night instead of helping me, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Rachel, which meant I better could have gone alone to the thing anyway. After doing a round along the partners and other important figures I spotted a sight of red in the corner of my eye. She walked up to me; I didn't know it at the time, but that was your mother."

"So you met mom at that fundraiser?" Kate asked.

"No I had met her a long time before that, but it was the moment I noticed her; like really noticed her," he replied.

"What was so special about her than that night, if you already knew her?"

"I know it sounds weird, your mother is beautiful of course, but it was what she was wearing that really got my eye."

Nate's face cringed; "If it was the deep V-cut of the dress or something like that, please don't say it. This is mom you're talking about."

The old man laughed at his son, "I have no doubt that she wore a gorgeous dress that night, but no. In fact when I spotted her she was already wearing her Burberry trench coat."

"A trench coat?" Kate repeated, "that was what got your eye?!" The girl had the same fashion sense as her mother and wasn't impressed by this comment; no she knew what to wear if you wanted someone to notice you and it wasn't a trench coat; unless you only wore lingerie underneath it.

The old man sighed, "if you guys would just let me finish. No it wasn't her coat, it was her scarf. Her bright red scarf."