PROLOGUE:

Johannes Gruber better known as Hans to the world felt weary opening a new branch of Grubers: Construction & Security in the United States of America. He understood the logistics behind the decision he'd made it would be good for the business and his reputation and it would stop simple minded people from asking too many questions once he left the public eye after an exquisitely executed last heist…But it would still be a while before said heist.

Meanwhile he had to take a shower and prepare for today's meeting with Jakob Bambergen, the man he had chosen to direct the branch once he left the USA and its strange habits: no respect for personal space, shopping the groceries in their pajamas! And so many more he couldn't wait to get back to his small piece of heaven in the outskirts of Frankfurt.

Hans was a handsome young man just aged 32 he was tall with a natural slender build, hazel eyes and wavy dark brown hair that combined with his natural charm and money made him quite popular with the ladies, more so in North America or any foreign country.

He knew that they were after his money and the possibility of becoming Mrs. Gruber, even those he saw back in Germany, and he was after a good time at this time in his life so from his perspective it was a win-win situation. The German never made any promises to any of the women he dated and he didn't expect anything but the good time both were after when he dated one.

That doesn't mean that Hans hadn't fallen in love: he had more than once, once upon a time, but nothing came from it. Hans loved his life as it was and understood that the only thing he couldn't control, and wouldn't if he could, would be the decisions his heart made… he could only hope that it finally decided and made the right choice. Find someone he felt a connection with: a woman he could love, talk to, talk with, grow old and maybe have a child or two.

During his almost philosophical musing about his possible future Hans prepared for his day and once he left his hotel he searched for a taxi… another thing Hans disliked about Americans: they were all in a rush and had no respect for another's personal space: meaning that they pushed him on the street a lot. When he finally got a Taxi it was stolen by a rude man that when he comforted him about it told him: "Tough luck buddy maybe you'd have more luck at home or against ye'r ma."

Which left him completely stunned, but a feminine voice shook him out of it.

"Not from around here are you?" Asked a young woman opening a taxi door while clutching an assortment of books and notebooks to herself with a small smile painting her lips.

"What gave me away?" Asked Hans a little too harsh his accent thickening while he looked at his watch: at this rate he'd be late while he was the source of another's amusement..

"I'd love to say you'll get used to it, but I didn't, so I can't make said affirmation Herr." Said the young woman ignoring his answer. "You may have my taxi Herr I'm in no hurry at this time."

Part of him wanted to decline the offer or offer that they share the taxi, but at that exact moment he only wanted to get away so with a small 'Danke' he accepted while he thanked this stranger for their kindness to him he only saw kind green eyes meeting his own. Later that day Hans would still think about those strange events and found himself hoping that the young woman had reached her destination safe and on time.

A/N: So there is no Beta and I'm not a native English speaker so I'm sorry if anything is wrong! I've a tmblr acount where I'm pulling this story from. Please leave a comment!