Rose POV

Today is the day: we finally move into the new house.

After a tediously long plane journey (in actuality it was only three hours but seemed more like thirty) we finally arrived in Montana. I have to admit I was quite pissed off when my Dad and his new wife Rebecca told me we were relocating to Montana.

Prior to moving, I had lived in California all my life and as soon as Dad got remarried a few months ago, he was offered a job opportunity as a professor at the University of Montana. This was a job opportunity he just couldn't turn down.

Mum had died when I was five in a house fire. It was ruled an accident after my then-alcoholic Dad knocked over a candle in the midst of one of his drinking episodes. My mum never had a chance to get out. She was fast asleep upstairs because of her sleeping pills she took for her insomnia. Dad managed to grab me in his drunken stupor and carry me outside to safety.

That incident shocked him into quitting drinking for good. I haven't seen Dad touch a drop of alcohol since then.

I still blame him for her death; I've never forgiven him, for the hurt not only that he caused me but my Grandma as well. Now he's married Rebecca who, in my opinion, is a complete bitch and is so self-centered to the point that she makes my dad feel guilty about his dedication to his work.

This was why my Dad accepted this new job, not only because of the better pay but also to try and keep Rebecca happy.

I decided to go out exploring around town shortly after moving in because I didn't want to be stuck in this house for any longer than necessary. I had already unpacked most of my belongings and the majority of the house was set up so I didn't feel guilty about leaving.

I ventured out in my VW Beatle that dad had given me for my 16th birthday a couple of months ago and drove into the town Missoula. It looked to be a nice town. I found the nearest Starbucks and ordered a Pumpkin Spice Latte. I always used to drink them in the winter while curled up in my room with a good book listening to Paramore before we moved here. I thought that they didn't have Starbucks in Montana but I was wrong.

After getting my drink I sat down at a table near the glass window in the front of the café so I could look out at my new home while enjoying my beverage.

The store door opened with a chiming of a bell, attracting my attention. This god of a man walked in and briefly made eye contact with me. My heart suddenly jumped. The moment was over and the man ordered what seemed to be a double expresso. I went back to people-watching and sighed.

When I heard somebody say "Is this seat taken?" I was caught off guard. I looked up at the handsome young man standing in front of me.

"No you can sit there." I replied without hesitation.

He introduced himself as Christian

Christian POV

Today was the day I moved into my new apartment which was located in the center of the swankiest neighborhood of Missoula. I had just recently graduated from the University of Montana with a Bachelor's in Philosophy and managed to graduate in the Top 10 of my class. I had managed to bag my first job at the local high school called St. Vladimir, no small feat considering it was the most prestigious high school in the state.

I have only lived in Montana for the past four years, ever since I started attending UM. I'm originally from London, where I was born and raised until I was accepted into the university.

People would say I am a momma's boy because I love my mum. My brother Tommy decided to stay in England to look after mum and now lives in Middleborough with his wife and two children. Tommy is seven years my senior and has a degree in medical science. I admit I feel guilty about leaving mum to come to America but I knew this was an opportunity I just couldn't turn down. Tommy opened up his own surgical clinic two years ago and as far as I know the clinic is doing fantastic.

Today, I decided to go into town and treat myself to my favorite hot beverage. I strolled down the sidewalk until I found the nearest Starbucks.

I walked into the coffee shop and saw a goddess of a woman sitting at the front of the café at the window. Sunlight streamed in and shimmered on the light brown curls that cascaded down her back and lit up her beautiful brown eyes. Our eyes locked for only a moment and I heard the person behind the till asked "What would you like to drink Sir?"

I ordered a double expresso. While the barista made my drink, I glanced over at the beautiful woman sitting by herself at the window. It was a small city and I had never seen her before. Had she move here recently?

Maybe I should go introduce myself? As the barista called my order, I straightened up, grabbed my drink and with new found courage I went up to the woman.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked. She looked up at me in surprise.

"No you can sit there." She replied in a quiet voice.

"Hi I'm Christian." I introduced myself.

The doe-eyed girl replied "My name is Rose. How are you?"

This was when I knew there was something about this girl that I found intriguing

I smiled at him and said "My name is Rose.