You sit at the fire you just made, rubbing your hands together to warm them up. You pull the hood of your sweatshirt over your head to protect your eyes from the sprinkle of rain that had started. You lay down next to the fire, ready for another night in the woods, when you hear the far away sound of a stick breaking. You pass it by as the hunger until you hear it again, this time closer. You sit up suddenly to hear it again, right behind you. You turn around to see the grey flash left behind. You stand up, ready to run if have to. You were about to lay back down when you felt someone grab you around your waist.
"Shhh." The person behind you whispered in your ear, causing the hair on your spine to rise.
You decided to do what he asked. Even if you did scream there was no one close enough to hear you. He slowly started to release his grip on your waist. When his hands were no longer touching you, you turned around to see his face. His grey hair didn't go with his young, and attractive face. You start to slowly back up, realizing your faces were centimeters apart. You trip over the fire pit, and would have fallen in, except this mystery man ran at the speed of light and caught you. You stare into each other's eyes for a minute before he pulls you back up.
"Umm thanks," you say, looking down at your feet.
He pushes a strand of your (hair color) hair behind your ear, keep his hand in on your cheek before he realizes what he's doing. He turns around looking for something, or someone, in the woods. You walk up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder, but pull it back when he winces.
"What's your name?"
"Why?"
"If I'm going to thank the man who saved my life properly I'm going to need to know his name." He looks in your eyes, searching for something.
"Pietro, and I hardly saved your life."
"Yeah, your right. You only saved me from some three degree burns."
"So what's your name?"
"What?"
"Well I should know the name of the woman who I saved from three degree burns."
"It's a secret." You explain as you poke the fire with a stick.
"Well that's not fair." Pietro says, still looking for something in the woods.
"What you looking for?" He turns back towards you with a confused look on his face. "You've looking over there for quite some time." You explain.
"You're different."
"I could say the same thing for you."
"Come with me?"
"What?"
"I like you. So come with me."
Not even caring where you would go with this man you barely know, you agree to his proposal. Happy with your agreement, he picks you up and swirls you around in a circle. He sets you back down carefully and stares into your eyes once more before he kisses you, in the rain.