Beautiful
"Luis?" She asked again. "What are you doing in Salem?"
Rafe narrowed his eyes at her. "My name's not Luis. It's Rafe. Rafe Hernandez."
"Okay… but you look just like this man I used to know. A man from another lifetime it seems."
"Were you two boyfriend and girlfriend or something?"
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Hardly. He could barely stand me most days I think. But you look so much like him …"
"Well I guess it's true what they say - we all have a lookalike in this world after all," Rafe said. "Is he at least handsome?"
"He's … beautiful," she said and blushed. "Now don't let that go to your head."
"Never," Rafe said facetiously.
"So… Do you mind getting off of me now?"
Rafe coughed and rolled off of her. He flopped onto the cold ground beside her and then jumped to his feet. "You never told me your name," he said.
"You never told me why you were running so fast, not looking where you were going."
"I was chasing a dream. All it was is a dream."
The blonde pulled herself up to a sitting position and looked at him with a little smirk on her face. "That's profound."
"Yeah I have my … profound moments," Rafe said. He stared at her and then offered her his hand to pull her up.
"No, thanks," she said. "I think I'll just make snow angels for a while."
"You're not going to tell me your name or why you're in Salem, are you?"
She shook her head as she spread her arms wide and dropped back into the snow. "Nope. I don't believe in telling stranger's personal information."
"I fell on you. We are not strangers anymore."
"Well when you put it that way …" She smirked and shook her head. "Nope, I think I prefer to keep you guessing."
He shook his head at her and then turned and walked off. He didn't realize it but he was still smiling.