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 supplies. It is the least I can." The man said bending down to pick up an apple of the ground. I broke out of my daze. "Oh no. No problem. It is my fault I'm never very graceful." I said bending over to start picking up my supplies. it was a couple minutes before we gathered all the supplies. "Please let me walk you home," he asked me. "Um I don't even know your name," I told him. My Dad was already going to be mad enough. "Oh of course! Where are my manners? My name is Ephron Taylor." He said excitedly. "Well I'll glad to meet you Ephon Taylor. I hope we meet again!" I said running off towards my house with my heart pounding. And has luck would have it, we did meet again.