Maybe it was the first time they met, maybe the fourth, maybe on the first date, perhaps in the fifth.
In fact, nobody knows.
Neither themselves.
But the fact is: They fell in love.
Not the kind of ordinary passion. It was a passion like:
- Give me a kiss?
- Are you with bad breath.
Or:
- You are adorable.
- Too bad we can not say the same.
Or perhaps:
- I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
- Really? Cause I want to spend the rest of my life with a Hollywood actor.
But there is love.
Maybe it was the circumstances in which they met.
But, well, every story needs a beginning.
And that was the beginning of their story:
Bilbo walked quietly for some London street. He had already planned throughout his day; He would take a good and hot coffee, return to his house and there was where he would spend the rest of your day. Writing. Under the duvet, keeping warm. And avoiding any human contact. How was nice to have a day off.
Or that was what he thought.
Bilbo worked as a writer. No. Not those common writers. Not writing novels or novellas. He write fictional stories of science. And he was very good at it, to be honest, because he always liked super heroes, and stories with zombies. He always thought these things were better than normal people doing what they do every day.
Bilbo was the kind reserved. He did not like to engage with people. In no sense. He enjoyed following this sentence:'' If you can't stand losing something; dont have it.'' And to be honest, it was working very well for him.
He had two friends; Bofur and Ori. They know each other since they were teenagers. And they always have been very closer.
Bilbo was always very beautiful. Attracted many glances whenever going somewhere.
Today, with his 24 years old, he still very beautiful. He was small, had brown hair, green eyes. He was pale, almost like a snowflake, and that made his cheeks constantly with a touch of pink. (If you ask me, I would say that Bilbo is the cutest person in the world.)
Well, back to the unexpected meeting that is coming; Bilbo just grab his coffee, and walked distractedly looking people, observing things, as he always did, but it never seemed to change his mind about having some contact with these people.
Bilbo was cut from his observation when he bumped into someone.
- I'm sorry - said the stranger. - Did I hurt you? My name is Thorin. Thorin Durin. May I know yours? I can buy you another coffe
Bilbo looked at his coffee now sprawled all over the floor. Sighed.
- Are you retarded? - Bilbo was not in one of his best days today.
- Sorry? - Poor Thorin.
- You bumped into me. You are not blind. You can only be retarded. I'm small, sure, but I'm sure you saw me.
- Look, I was not paying attention. I was texting with my phone and ..
- Oh yeah! That's the problem with people like you. You are certainly one of those executives workaholic who think as much to have a job so ridiculous. Probably find yourself too important to look at the ground you step on, or who is in front of you. But let me tell you something, that's not how things work, my boy! - Bilbo ended, catching some air.
- What about you? Why leave me bumping into you?
- I.. That does not matter. My day has not even started yet and you just ruin it, thank you very much, sir. Thorin Durin. Your name is ridiculous, just like you.
Bilbo was about to continue walking when a hand grabbed his arm.
- You're pretty cheeky, huh? - Thorin said with a smile.
- Get off me, I do not know you.
- Well, I would like to know you.
- I don't want to know you. I want to go home. Get. Off. Me. Now. - Bilbo was almost red with anger.
- Let me buy you a coffee first.
- Alright. It was your fault anyway, so I don't see why not.
Thorin gave a low laugh that Bilbo did not notice. Thorin liked him. Thorin liked him very much.
