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Rose walked down the streets of Paris, hoping wildly to find something to do in her normal, dull life. She was engaged to Caledon Hockley, arguably one of the richest men in the U.S. right now, and still, she was not happy. She had been pushed into the marriage and did not love Cal. The only reason she was going through with it was her mother. They would be poor if they did not have this man keeping them afloat.
She looked in window after window, store after store, and hadn't found anything interesting. She was looking at the oddly marked pavement when she bumped into someone, sending the man's papers everywhere. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." Rose said, frantically trying to pick up all of the papers on the ground. He was very handsome. But by the looks of what he was wearing he was obviously third class. His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight and his wheat-gold hair reached to about his ears and was parted to the side. Something about this man intrigued Rose, but she didn't know what it was. "No problem. The name's Jack Dawson." Somehow the name Jack suited him well."Rose DeWitt Bukkater." He silently chuckled, then continued. "I'm going to have to get you to right that one down." That comment made Rose smile, something she hadn't done in awhile. She then realized what all of these papers were-drawings. And good ones at that. They moved to a nearby bench to organize his drawings and talk more. "Well Mr. Dawson, these are rather good." "Well thanks, and call me Jack," his art was literally perfection. "You have a gift Jack, you see people." "I see you." She was a bit taken back by his comment, but a little flirting wouldn't hurt, would it? After all this would probably be the highlight of her day. "And?" She continued, cocking an eyebrow and a grin on her face. "And you're very beautiful. Now I got to go, but I am in the park over there every day if you want to talk some more." He pointed to the nearby park. "I would love that. See you tomorrow." Rose left quickly. She was hesitant. Do I really want to see this boy again? What has me wanting to see more and more of him? She dreaded going back to her mother and Cal's house. But at least she had something to look forward to. Jack.