After Tom had waited on the people who had come in the restaurant he stood behind the bar relaxing with Jimmy.

"That girl was smokin'." Jimmy said

"Which girl?"

"You know which girl I'm talking about! The girl you were sitting with."

"She's nice." Tom said.

"Nice? That's all you have to say about her?"

"Well I've only just met her an hour ago and I doubt we'll ever meet again."

"Did you get here number?" Jimmy asked.

"No."

"Her name?"

"Sybil. Sybil Crawley."

Sybil Crawley. He couldn't get her out of his mind. It seemed as if her beauty had casted a spell on him. The rest of the time he was working he started to daydream about her. There were times when he was so out of it that he had to have people repeat their orders to him.

As Sybil walked back to the train station her hair had become wet and started to curl. Her clothes were soaked and it looked as if she had gone for a swim. The weather in Boston was similar to the weather back home in England.

By the time she had made it back to Boston College it was almost dark. She headed to her dorm and stripped out of her wet clothes. She put on some pajamas and relaxed on her bed. Boston was a wonderful city and there were many adventures waiting for her. She knew that coming to America had been a good choice; she would be away from her family and living a different life. As she organized her room her mind kept wandering off to the Irish waiter who she had just met early. What was his name? Tom Branson? Sybil thought that he seemed like a nice guy; quite the gentlemen actually. Sybil forced those thoughts out of her head immediately. He's a waiter trying to earn a good tip; he's doing his job.

Tom lay in his bed in his small apartment. For some reason he couldn't get Sybil out of his head. He started to fantasize about kissing her; her soft pink lips on his; this vision was driving him mad. He knew that he would have to see her again; she would haunt his mind forever if he didn't.

Two weeks had passed since Tom had met Sybil and he hadn't seen her since. Every day he went to work he would hope that she would stop in for lunch but she never did. On his way home from work he took the train. He sat in one of the seats listening to his iPod with his eyes closed trying to forget everyone around him. He had been very stressed the past few weeks. He worked at his brother's garage on weekends and the car he was supposed to have fixed in two days wasn't going to be ready. He had ordered some parts and they hadn't come in the mail yet. He knew the client was going to be upset with the delay and wasn't looking forward to having to break the news. Jimmy had moved out three days ago which meant that Tom was going to have to find a new roommate; he wasn't able to pay the rent on his own. As he attempted to block everything out with his music he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up to see a pair of gray-blue eyes looking at him. Sybil. Her hair was curly and she was smiling down at him. She was breathtaking.

"Hi. Do you remember me?" She asked with her husky voice. Just hearing her voice made his heart flutter.

"Sybil, is it?" He was trying to play it cool.

"Yes, and you're Tom, correct?".

"Yes.". He said with a smile.

"I just wanted to thank you again for lunch that day; it was very sweet of you."

He thinks back to the day remembering he had given her a free meal.

"You're welcome. I knew you'd like the fish and chips. How are your classes at BC going?"

"Quite well! They have a wonderful nursing program."

Her smile was contagious. Tom new he probably looked goofy, but he didn't care; he was talking to the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. The chatted for a few minutes about nothing inpeticular.

Suddenly the train stopped.

"Well, this is where I get off. It was lovely chatting with you Tom." She exited the train.

"Wait!" Tom yelled running onto the platform after her.

"Umm... Can I have your number?" He asked as soon as he had caught up to her.

She wrote her number down in a scrap piece of paper she had in her bag and handed it to him with a smile.

He stared at the piece of paper in his hand. He now had her number. He couldn't help but smile the whole way home. He had no idea how he was able to pack up the courage and ask her. The best part was she happily handed the paper to him, almost as if she was hoping he would ask. As soon as get got in his apartment he hung up his jacket and pulled out his phone so he could add he number. He contemplated texting her just a quick hello, but he didn't want to seem desperate so he decided that he would wait a couple of days.

Sybil was giggling to herself; he had looked like a deer in headlights when he saw her on the train. She had to admit that she was attracted to him, and he was a nice guy but she had never been in a relationship before and she didn't want some guy to end up breaking her heart.