Hi! I'm here for a brand new story! I really didn't know how to call it, so the title is awful, but anyway…

Before starting you have to know that I didn't know in which category to put it. I basically invented everything, except for a character: Vaas. So, this character is a sort of mix between the Vaas of Far Cry 3 (but without the whole "I-am-insane-and-I-want-to-kill-you part") and Nacho of Better Call Saul, he's actually more like Nacho but his name is Vaas… So basically, if you want a face, just imagine Michael Mando…

Also, this story doesn't really have a goal… I mean, I wrote it because I thought it was quite funny... I actually wanted to write a "real fanfiction". By that I mean that I wanted to tell a love story that takes place in the ordinary world of a twenty-two years old student. I know that that sort of things wouldn't happen in the real world, but this is why it is called a "fanfiction"!

This chapter is a sort of pilot. If you like where this is going, I will continue the story. The reason why I'm doing this is that I don't really know if it will be appreciated, I don't know if you will like the writing style and all, because it's kind of special (in my opinion)…

There, I hope I didn't annoy you with my explanations, now let's get started!

Strange Place for an Encounter

Chapter 1: Prologue

I like swimming, I really like swimming. Actually, I love swimming. Anyway, my name is Allison Miller, I'm twenty-two. I'm just an ordinary girl, with an ordinary student life… And you guessed it; I love swimming…

No seriously, what can I say about me… I come from an ordinary family. I have two sisters and two brothers, I'm the middle child. I still have my two parents, they're still married. So yeah, we're a big family, and we all love each other. We have a big house in a small town near Chicago.

Three years ago, I moved to Chicago to study Architecture. It kind of broke my mom's heart, I was the third of her children to leave the house. But I still see them all, once a week, on Sunday. Anyways, we're the most ordinary, boring family ever. That's probably why I moved…

And yeah, I study Architecture. I feel like this is what I want to do with my life. I like art too. I paint, draw and write a lot. And like I already said, I swim… It helps me when I have a lot on my mind and when I can't find the inspiration to create. I love the feeling of the cool water seizing my body when I enter the water. I love how I feel after an hour of swimming. I feel lightheaded, I feel relaxed, I feel really good.

Actually, that's how I feel right now. I went to the public swimming pool early this morning. I come here four to five times a week, to swim. I really like this place, there isn't too many people, and it opens early. It's important, because I always come before my classes start, or before I have to go somewhere, like today. Today is Sunday, and I have a weekly family gathering to attend to.

I take a deep breath as I'm getting out of the water. I swam for a complete hour and I'm thoroughly exhausted. The place is starting to fill up with people, I'm leaving at the right moment. I grab my towel and shampoo on one of the benches and quickly head to the showers. I let my towel on a hanger and quickly take a shower.

I'm not particularly a "sociable" person. I don't really like people, except for my family and my close friends. I don't like how easily people can enter your life and pretend to know everything about you. I don't know how to put it, but I don't like when people stare and judge like they always do. I don't like being watched and observed. And right now, I'm really uncomfortable.

A man is staring at me as I dry up with my towel. He doesn't seem old at all. He may be in his twenties- thirties at the most. And he is far from being ugly, he is rather attractive, if I had to give an objective opinion, tan skin, strong muscles... But the way he looks at me right now, stares at me, tries to imagine the little that remains to see of my body.

Though, I don't chicken out. I wrap myself in my towel and I stare back at him, I glare at him. I try to show him that I noticed him, hoping it will make him stop. But he doesn't stop. I quickly head towards the lockers to retrieve my stuff. A shiver runs up my spine when he follows me. I try to read his facial expression, his lips are bent into a little smirk. I hate that smirk.

I suddenly stop walking. My heart starts to quicken its pace. I take a breath and turn around to face him. I don't know what happened at this moment, but I felt like a rush of courage and fury that allowed me to take a few determined steps towards him. And then, I let out that fury.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" I ask, rather loudly as a few people in the locker room turn towards us. "I saw you staring at me, you perv!" I exclaim, pointing an accusing finger at him. "And staring wasn't enough for you, you have to follow me now…?" I add, holding tightly onto my towel to keep it close, as if it was an armor.

I wait a few seconds for his reaction. I'm really angry, and a bit scared… My breathing quickened. I wait, and I wait. And then, he laughs. He doesn't burst out laughing, it's a low, husky laugh. And it infuriates me even more. But before I can add anything, he speaks.

"I'm sorry I bothered you, but I was just trying to retrieve my towel." He says, handing me a towel. I pause for a few seconds. I have absolutely no idea what he is talking about. "That must be mine." He adds, pointing a finger to the towel I wrapped around myself.

I instantly frown, taking in his words. "I don't know what you're talking about!" I shout, angered. "This is my towel! It's dark grey and it has-"

"Your name written on it…?" He asks, showing the embroidered white letters on the dark grey towel he is holding. I froze in place, staring at the name 'Ally'. I don't know what to say. I feel so embarrassed… Oh my God, I just shouted at him for no reason. Plus, I have his towel wrapped around me. I suddenly wish I was a little mouse and I could disappear in the second. But I'm not a mouse, and I'm terribly embarrassed.

I quickly unwrap the towel and hand it to him, retrieving mine and stammering "I-I'm really sorry… Oh my God, I thought you…" I sigh. "Oh I'm soooo sorry, I didn't mean to, well, I was just…" I tried to find my words, looking away from him, ashamed.

"It's okay!" He states, laughing slightly. "I apologize myself, I didn't mean to scare you…" He says, resting a hand on his chest and nodding.

My brain rushes, I don't know what to do. I apologized, but I feel like it isn't enough. Oh my God, how impolite I am. If my mother was there… I can't believe I used his towel to dry myself, I shouted at him, I accused him for no reason! "I'm so sorry I used your towel." I say. "Maybe… Maybe I could take it home and wash it before you retrieve it, I feel really embarrassed right now…" I say, trying to find how to redeem myself.

He laughs once more at my foolishness but hands his towel to me. "If you insist…" I quickly take it with a nod. "But I have to make sure you give it back…" He adds, cocking his head to the side.

"Oh yeah, of course…" I reply. "Take mine. I really care about it so you can be sure I will try to retrieve it…" I say, handing him my precious towel with a smile. The awkwardness of the situation eased a little, I start to laugh like him. He is rather nice actually. "Oh, by the way, I'm Allison Miller, everyone calls me Ally." I say, holding out my hand.

"Vasco Montenegro, everyone calls me Vaas." He says, shaking my hand. "And I have a dark grey towel… You will remember?" He adds with a joyful smile.

I instantly laugh. "I will." I reply, walking to my locker to retrieve my clothes and get dressed. I can't help repeating to myself, I will… Both because I don't want that to happen again and because-I have to admit- I want to see him again. As I said, he is really attractive. I mean, he was wearing a boxer swimsuit that let little to the imagination… and I kind of liked what I saw, if you catch my drift…

As I make it to the entrance of the building, I hear a voice call for me. "Ally!" I quickly turn around. The man, I mean Vaas, is trotting towards me. I stop and wait for him. He smiles again and hand me a piece of paper. "Umh, I figured you would need this to contact me…" He says, giving his phone number to me.

"Oh, yes, of course!" I exclaim, laughing awkwardly. "Thanks." I add.

"Okay then, just call me!" He states, exiting the building, leaving me alone. I watch him walk away through the glass doors. I can't help but being amazed by his stature and his presence.

"Oh trust me, I will…" I mumble to myself.

So there you go! This was the first chapter, if you liked it and if you want me to continue this story, just let me know in the reviews! Bye!

Badi-otaku.