Hi everyone! I know this isn't exactly the update you were expecting, but I couldn't help myself. I wrote this little story along InvertedMeridian for the I Write the Song Competition 2013 and I hope you'll all like it. This is my first colab, so I hope you'll all love this story as much as I do.

Please please please, during your reading listen to The Man Who Can't be Moved by Josiah Hawley. watch?v=udoklLUMY24

I know there are 8 chappies, but don't get freaked out. They're short so it should take you long to read through. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 EPOV

It had been a long day at work and I couldn't wait to get home. Hell, it had been a long week. Even though I knew I'd have to work through the weekend, I felt slightly better because I knew I wouldn't have to meet up with any clients then.

Being an architect was time consuming and tiring, but I loved it. I had put myself through school by working odd jobs since my mother couldn't afford to pay for it. Now she lived in a home I designed, a home I built with her in mind.

It felt good that after what seemed like forever I could say that I was "comfortable." Maybe others want more, but the way I saw it you should to be thankful for what you had.

And I was. I had a great mother that had managed to raise me properly even though my father had bailed on us when I was small. I had a great sister that I loved to death although sometimes I thought she would just kill me, especially while we were growing up.

I had managed to finish school and get into a good firm, and now I was VP. I was barely 30.

My mother says she's proud of me and, while I brush it off most times, I can't help but feel good about that. I only thought of her as I struggled with school and waiting tables and working at the campus library. I knew I wanted to repay her for everything she'd done for me.

The only thing that was missing from my life was someone to share it with. I live in a modest home of my own design. There was room for a family there, but I was alone.

Sure, I had flings and one-night stands, but nothing serious. I always believed that when you met that one person you're gonna know it.

I had one more meeting for the week. It was Friday evening and we had settled on meeting at Serendipity to discuss the latest details of a design I had cooked up for them. It was for an office building, so it wasn't anything overly complicated, but I wanted to make sure my clients got the perfect result.

The coffee shop wasn't too far away from the headquarters, but I had to take another route to get home that night. I parked at the end of the street and made my way to Serendipity. It had been overcast most of the day, and the sky was growing darker.

A storm was brewing, I could tell. It was going to be short, but it was coming. It wasn't exactly a surprise around here, especially during summer, so I wasn't worried about it.

I entered the coffee shop and noticed immediately that it was packed. I went back outside and took the only empty table that was available.

I checked my watch and noticed that my client should be here any minute, so I ordered a cup of coffee and a bagel to stave off my hunger until I got home.

I had just gotten a refill when my phone rang.

"Northman," I answered.

"Hey! I'm sorry, but I can't make it tonight," my client's voice said from the other end. "Something came up. I'm so sorry."

"It's ok. Call on Monday to reschedule, okay?"

"Sure. Thank you and I apologize once more."

"No problem. Have a great evening."

"You too."

Well, that was that. I was going to finish my coffee and head on home, have some supper, and decompress.

The sky lit up in the distance and soon thunder rolled through. It was going to rain soon.

Even though I was sitting at an outside table, I wasn't too worried. The cover above was wide enough that I wouldn't get rained on even if the wind intensified.

It was a warm evening, but the smell of rain was in the air.

I relaxed back in my chair and closed my eyes as the rain came closer and closer, enjoying the breeze cooling my skin.

In no time it was pouring. I opened my eyes just in time to see this beautiful girl duck under the awning of the coffee shop, hugging a bag to her chest.

Her long blonde hair was wet, her summer dress was drenched, and she was trying to cover the bag in her arms. I noticed the name of the bookshop up the street on the woven material of the bag.

She looked across the street, into the distance, and then up to the sky, muttered something and then turned back to the coffee shop.

I couldn't take my eyes off her and I couldn't understand why.

She scanned the crowd and peaked inside. That room was full, I knew. She came back out and looked lost.

She looked through the area once more and her eyes met mine. I smiled and before I knew what I was doing I had motioned for her to join me at the table.

She looked young, but not too young. I was maybe a few years older than she appeared.

She was beautiful as she came towards me, chewing slightly on her lip.