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         “I gave it to you. It’s yours.”
         “Please, it’s too much, I can’t accept,” I say, as I shake my head. I can see him look behind me and then a beautiful smile graces his face and lights up his entire face. Oh my, he knows what he’s doing to me, he has to.
         “OK,” he says, with a wink before he continues.
         “What if you keep the money, but you accompany me to breakfast and I’ll allow you to pay?”
         “You’ll allow me to pay?” I can’t believe this, there is no way I am falling for this, but deep down something is telling me to and I don’t understand why. Just from the look of him I can tell he is everything I am not.
         “U…ummm, I don’t think so.”
         “Why not? You owe me a breakfast.” He actually looks like he has already won while he says it with his arms folded in front of his chest. I can’t believe this guy, and then he reaches out and takes my hand. My heart stops for a second at the effect his hand in mine has. I look at him and he just keeps smiling with a pleading look in his eyes and I find I can’t say no, which surprises me more than anything.
         “Just breakfast?”
         “Just breakfast.” He repeats, and I can’t help, but release a small smile. Before I know what’s happening he is leading me through the park to the café which is opposite. I can feel the eyes of the people passing us by. I know what they are all thinking. Why is he with her? I am sure it gets worse as he opens the doors into the café and allows me to enter before him. We take a table through the back of the café and he pulls out my seat for me. OK, I know what he’s trying to do. He wants to get in my good books. Well he has no clue who he’s dealing with. I take the menu in my hand because if I don’t it’s going to go straight for my wrist and I start to roam my eyes across the words, all the while feeling the man opposite me staring at me like he wants me for breakfast. I don’t quite believe that when I see every day what London has to offer a man of this guy’s caliber. I look towards him as I ask him what he wants.
         “You.” I just sit there, pulling and releasing at my wrist, waiting for him to begin to laugh or say something different, but he just sits there watching me and I instantly feel the nerves take over my body. He gives a deep sigh before he opens his delicious mouth to speak.
         “I think I will go for the full English Sunday breakfast, please.”
         “Drink?”
         “I’ll have an orange juice without pulp, please, and a black coffee.” As I step away from our table and make my way over to the counter I can’t get over how self-assured he is. I would love to be so confident that I could be like that. Actually, maybe not that much. I look towards him and realize I don’t even know his name and as I watch him, he looks up to me and smiles as he notices me watching him. Oh, shit, this isn’t good, he’s going to think I am interested and it couldn’t be further from the truth, could it? No, I am not interested and there’s no way he would be interested in me. I make my order and go back to our table with our drinks. I hand him his orange without pulp and black coffee. As I take my seat I get the courage to ask his name and he just looks at me.
         “What’s your name?”
         “My name?” I say, as I take a sip of my orange juice.
         “My name is Grace. Grace Ford.” He smiles at me.
         “That’s a beautiful name. I’m Samuel and what is it that you do, Grace Ford?”
         “I, um, work for Harding Inc. I’m an apprentice.” I say, with a deep breath, as I run a finger around the edge of the glass that holds my orange juice.
         “You enjoy it there?
         “I do, although I seem to get all the jobs no-one else wants.” Oh, God, why did I just say that? I don’t even know this guy and I’m already