Thank you so much for all the reviews so far. Continue to leave your thoughts guys, I love to read them and to chat to you about your theories etc!

The chapters are going to get longer in length too. I think we have a couple more short ones, and then they'll all stay longer. :)

Okay, next chapter!

Chapter One.

30th March 1960.

"Hey,"

It was the guy, the one she'd been secretly crushing on for years. He worked at the hotel, the same as she did, but they'd never talked. She didn't think he'd even known she existed, yet here he was, smiling down at her, albeit nervously.

"Rose, right?"

She nodded mutely, her eyes widening as the realisation sank in. He really was talking to her.

She cleared her throat and gave herself a little shake. Now wasn't the time to gawk, drinking in his features, the beauty that was him.

"Yes. And you're Dimitri?"

She knew his name, of course she did. The question was stupid. But he didn't act like it was. His eyes lit up as his name left her lips and he smiled down at her cheerfully. Her heart leapt in her chest, and then she chided herself for feeling that way. She didn't even know why he'd chosen now of all times to talk to her. He was twenty eight, and she was twenty one, just barely.

Maybe he was interested in Lissa. Her heart sank, even though Lissa already had a boyfriend. Granted, Christian was in the army, so she didn't see him as much as she would have liked, which meant that very few people knew that Lissa was in a relationship. Everyone seemed to want Lissa. With her shoulder length blonde hair, jade green eyes angelic features, and a beautiful personality to match, she was every guy's dream girl. She worked as a receptionist in the hotel, so everyone knew who she was. Rose was a cleaner, doing the ground work behind the scenes. Occasionally, she was called in to cover other jobs.

She worked long, hard hours. But Dimitri did too. He worked in the kitchen as a chef. Making breakfast, lunch and dinner, and sometimes even getting called out of bed in the middle of the night if someone ordered room service, demanding one of the more complex dishes that only he could make.

Another one of the so called perks of the job; living at the hotel where they worked. It had sounded good in the beginning. Free room and board in exchange for long hours. It worked out as the same hours they'd be doing if they worked and lived in two separate places, having to travel at the start and end of every day.

"So, I erm..." His voice broke Rose's mind out of its distracted mumbling, and she realised that she'd been staring at him.

"Sorry."

She blushed and glanced down at her feet, wishing the Earth would swallow her whole at that point.

He chuckled and placed his fingers under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. "No harm done. I just wanted to give you this." A small container was pushed into her hands, along with a card. "Happy birthday, Rose."

He hesitated as she stared at him, too shocked and stunned to react, and then leant down, his lips pressing against her forehead briefly, before turning and walking away hurriedly.

No one else had remembered.

But he had, and he didn't even know her.

Awww, Dimitri's a sweetie. :') So what do you guys think of this insecure side to Rose? And what's in the container?