I was walking down mainstreet when I first saw him. His messy brown hair was ruffled from the icy wind. It was winter and every thing was frozen. His warm brown eyes seemed warm and kind. They melted me every time I looked into them. He was beautiful. Well, as beautiful as a man can get. He was smart and brave. Little did I know, he was going to save me, from myself.
Next part is in Spencer's point of view.
