This was inspired by the dance scene between Will and Louisa in the movie. This is an ordinary day months before the accident.

Will Traynor looked at his watch in slight annoyance after slipping his blackberry into his front pocket. His dad was running late, and would be another 30 minutes. Will really didn't fancy being at home right now, especially with his mother in one of her moods. He didn't have time to get involved in the intricacies of their marriage and couldn't be bothered either. He walked briskly toward the castle, not eager to spend it within the throngs of tourists, but didn't see he had much of a choice… that is until he saw a little café up ahead and went inside.

It was a quaint little place, not anywhere he would deliberately frequent, but suitable enough for his wait. It was bustling with tourists at the moment, and some locals. You could always spot them in this little town. He sat at a table and picked up a newspaper that had been left there. He chuckled at the headline.

Never short of excitement, Stortfold was.

"What can I get you today?"

Will folded one side of his paper, only to be met with an impressive pair of breasts clothed in a turquoise blouse with little swans scattered all over it. He gave her a quick once over, the waitress with dark knots on each side of her head and short legs currently wrapped in vivid tights.

And equally dismissed her.

"Mocchiato, please," he said, without looking up from his paper.

He didn't need to see her face to quickly figure out that they probably didn't serve that here.

"How about a nice cuppa tea?"

This time, Will did look up at her, a hopeful look painted on her face with expressive eyebrows and lopsided grin.

"That would be lovely, thanks."

She nodded and bustled off, as he snapped the paper back up to his face.

It was a few minutes before she came back and placed the tea at his elbow, Will Traynor not even realizing she had come. His blackberry buzzed letting him know his father was ready, and he tossed a tenner on the table, bustling out of the café, not looking back as the waitress bid him a nice day.

Louisa Clark picked up the untouched tea and money, and headed back to the counter, before stopping to chat with the salon ladies about the calories of the new pastries they'd just got in.