xxv. Strangers
He walked down the busy street, watching the falling white flakes with a childlike fascination. Smiling with the joy of winter weather, he completely ignored where he was going, and bumped into someone. She dropped her things. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" He bent down and helped her gather her things. He stood up, and handed them to her, blushing at his clumsiness.
She smiled back. "No problem."
Two hours later and all he can remember are those deep blue eyes. The beautiful blonde hair. Her pink scarf, and white hat. The image of a Christmas angel stranded among the mortals.