Hey everyone. I apologize for the break…busy times. I am still going to continue my other story, however, wrote this one for a little fun on my part. Please leave comments if you would like me to continue this idea; your opinion fundamental to this process as usual. CC x

Introduction– Sliding doors

"Jen what's got into you, grumpy face?" Ky states and pulls a mock frown; nudging her friend in the ribs. "You usually love this part...Packing away and moving to the next town. You always say it's the fucking..."

"Highlight of the process!" Jen interrupts, finishing the sentence. "I know...it is" she continues. Ky is right; she has always enjoyed the thrill of packing away ready for the move. She is always thrived by the anticipation of change. Like water, if she remains in one place too long she becomes stagnant, she is born to flow, adapting effortlessly to new environments and growing with each new experience.

Jen and her roommate Kyra Robert had been firm friends since university; where they had both met attending art lectures. Unlike Ky, who had practically been born bohemian, Jen had ambitions to complete her degree journey with a fourth year PGCE; training to become a teacher. However, like so often in life, her path had taken a dramatic and unexpected turn; when a local gallery owner had attended her dissertation exhibition.

The art enthusiast had taken a shine to her work, no doubt also to the beautiful brunette post-graduate, inviting her to dinner and later offering her a two-week art space in his local gallery. So it had begun, between the two artist, they had traveled to new locations securing exhibitions to meet their passions; and securing assorted part-time jobs to meet their rent.

Like ky had stated, the move to each new destination, had always been without doubt the most exciting part of the journey to Jen; who is always eager for adventure. Yet today she is left in a less than enthused state, her emotions flooded her head and often drowned her logic. Her mind is far from ready to leave London; it is left fixated on the soulful green eyes of a complete stranger; one she had literally bumped into on the underground. How can anyone affect someone so much in such a small time frame? Maybe this is the definition of love at first sight Jen thinks to herself; an act that does not literally show true love from a mere look. Instead it is just a symbolic phrase, one to identify a physical exchange that transcends emotional understanding.

"Wow, I haven't seen that look in a while" interrupts Ky, jolting Jen from her fanatical thought process. "What's her name?" She adds laughing. Jen looks up sheepishly and blushes, prompting Ky to realize her playful sarcasm had stumbled across a truth. "Shit I was joking Jen…Have you met someone?" The artist adds with a renewed interest and seriousness.

"Yes…Well, no." Jen replies with a heavy sigh. "I don't even know her name." she pauses and sits on the edge of her bed.

"Oh…this so deserves a fucking explanation." Ky announces, sensing an exciting tale hovering on the horizon. "I'll put the kettle on and you my gorgeous lesbian…grab the biscuit tin."