It was cold outside. Mid Dec I think it was. I was coming back from the market. I knew if I was late my father would beat me. The roads were slick with ice, so I was walking slower than usually. It didn't help. I could feel myself falling. It was crazy, but right before I felt a hand around my waist. Clumsy me dropped everything in my hands. "Sorry madam." a man said. He had brown hair to his shoulders pulled back. His eyes were the most brilliant golden eyes. "Let me help you pick up your… Continue