It was a Friday night in New York. Snow covered the welcome mat into the little coffee shop. The shop's lights had been dimmed except one that shone on a little stage. On the little stage was a stool where a tanned, fluffy haired young man sat. He was reading aloud from the sheets he was holding.

"...knowing her was like chasing the sun, knowing you'll never catch up but running all the same. Thank you for listening."

The coffee shop erupted in applause. The young man smiled and stepped down off of the stage. Everyone was praising his as he made his way up to the counter. The guy behind it handed him a takeaway coffee. He paid and continued to make his way to the door. He got his jacket and walked out the door into the freezing cold.

He tried to warm his hands on his coffee cup, he blew into it before taking a sip. He walked down the snow covered path towards a nearby apartment block. He was so deep in thought he accidentally walked into a young woman on her way out of the building.

"I'm so sorry-" he started to say but she was already gone.

He looked over his shoulder, he could see her walking towards the coffee shop he had just left. Sighing, he walked into the building. After three flights of stairs, the elevator was broken, he arrived at his apartment door. The door however was already unlocked, he looked confused as he continued into the apartment. At first glance it looked as though nothing had even been touched. He let out a sigh of relieve. When he went to hang his keys up on the hook beside the door he noticed another set of keys. A set of keys that were not his and looked familiar. Confused he went around checking the rooms. When he came to the bedroom he noticed something else. The closet was open and hangers littered the bed. He couldn't make sense of this. Why would someone take clothes and not the T.V or his laptop? But when he went through the closet he realized none of his clothes were missing. He sat down on the bed. Looking around the room his eyes slowly made their way to a photo that sat on his bedside table. Realization hit him, he sighed deeply and dropped his head into his hands.

The Friday after that he returned back to the coffee shop for another reading.

"...Beck Oliver everyone," the manager introduced him as he sat back down on the stool.

When the applause died down Beck thanked the manager and began to read. However before he could start he caught sight of someone. The someone from the photograph he cleared his throat and tried to get back to his reading. Instead of reading from his sheet he stared into those familiar eyes .

"Eyes so icy, one look and you could die from frostbite. Yet fire danced in those same eyes, flames that enticed and flames that send shivers down your spine. Lips that spat venom into my heart and lips that warmed my heart and kissed with so much passion."

Beck almost whispered the last few words. Memories and emotions were flooding back to him. The familiar eyed young woman leaned forward in her seat.

"Jade." Beck couldn't tear his eyes away from hers. The flames in her eyes still burning bright.