Brothers
It was certainly Danya's lucky day.
First of all, she was in a bar surrounded by five gorgeous men.
Secondly, they were all brothers, each individual and yet so similar. Two blondes, both blue eyed, yet whilst one's shone with youthful exuberance, the other's were more thoughtful, the darker blue of his eyes sparking with a wit and intelligence just waiting for the right moment. Two dark heads, another one with blue eyes that were firm yet friendly, the other with honey-coloured eyes you could just melt into. And a red-head, body toned from hours spent swimming, his light-brown eyes twinkling with mischief.
Thirdly, they were all amazingly talented and successful. An astronaut with three university textbooks published. A race-car driver who'd won more races than she could count. An engineer, artist and musician. A pilot of the highest calibre. An Olympic gold-medallist.
Fourthly, they were filthy rich, sons of the billionaire Jeff Tracy. Of course, Danya liked to think that this didn't matter in the whole scheme of things. But it was certainly a bonus.
But then one of them got a phone-call from someone called Tin-Tin, and started to get more and more sombre, before murmuring something to his brothers. As one, they stood up, made their apologies, and left, leaving Danya alone at a table with a lot of empty glasses. It wasn't a good look.
So close, she thought morosely. Could she never get a break? Danya sighed. She guessed she had as much chance of finding a decent man as she did attracting those guys from International Rescue.
As I've said before, you never know quite what a title will inspire, which is why I created this exercise for myself in the first place. I don't know what scenario would ever allow the five boys out together in public (no, that's not what I mean! =P), but meh.
There aren't as many titles in my list for B at the moment, so we'll see how it goes. And thanks so much to those of you who have been following and favouriting.