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jeans and black t-shirt he was sporting, simple yet sexy. I tried to focus on the task at hand, which was answering his question before I spent more time looking like a halfwit teenage girl.
    “Um, yes… yeah. My computer. I’m not sure what happened, but all I was trying to do was upload some vacation photos.” I wanted to mention I was on vacation right from the start so he wouldn’t have to wonder if I was just some dumb tourist.
    “May I?” He asked. I leaned away from the computer and turned it toward him gesturing with my hands that it was all his. It was an honor to have such gorgeous fingers , attached to what appeared to be the softest hands on earth, brush up against the keys of my laptop; because I knew I would touch those very same keys later on.
    He took a pair of thick black horned rimmed glasses, which were perfectly nestled in his longish messy brown hair, and safely placed them over his eyes on his slightly narrow face, so he was no longer squinting. The glasses ’ stems rested nicely on his adorably large ears – not like Dumbo big, but these ample ears that I had to resist nibbling on.
    His fingers swiftly clacked against the keys; his thumb gliding over the mouse pad like it was all second nature to him. I was amazed by the fact that he was actually sitting there, right within my reach, that I didn’t even see what he did to the computer, but after just a moment it had re-booted and he began to upload my pictures for me.
    “Here we are, good as new then,” I never wanted him to stop speaking. His accent was mesmerizing. Not too harsh like some English men, but just enough to make you swoon.
    “Thanks, I mean it. I was honestly about to chuck the thing in the middle of the road if you hadn’t come to my rescue.” I had to keep him talking to me, he could be my summer romance - he could be my forbidden foreign love.
    “Well now, we wouldn’t want that would we? Might cause a wreck out there. Then the people of London would really have something to whine about ya yanks.” His smile complimented his beautiful face as it revealed his perfectly straight ivory teeth. “I can see it now on the front page of tomorrow’s news ‘Barking Mad Women Causes Car Crash in Covent Garden’” he was trying to make me laugh, and it was so working. We shared a quick laugh but then it was back to one of those painfully awkward silences in just a moment’s notice. One that left me twirling the end of my hair around my forefinger and nervously biting me lip. 
    “Can I buy you a drink to say thanks?” It was pretty imperative at that moment that I needed to keep him around me. I needed to keep him talking to me, and what I really needed was to take him back into the bathroom and do things that I shouldn’t even have been thinking about. I was so taken in by his looks, his speech, and his ability to help out a girl in need. I couldn’t let him go just yet; I had to at least find out if he had a girlfriend.
    “I would indeed love nothing more than to get a drink with you right now. Whatcha drinkin? I’ll get us some refills.” He quickly grabbed ahold of my cup and headed over to the counter. I smiled and told him “Earl Grey” and he returned a warm smirk. I turned back to my laptop while he got us fresh cups of tea and I promptly shut it down so I didn’t mess anything up again, then stowed it out of the way. 
    “I’m Simon by the way, Simon Basford.” Even his name had sent shivers down my spine, Simon Basford, the only way it could’ve been any hotter is if it was actually James Bond. But Simon would do just fine.
    “Lucy, Lucy Whitten.” I said as I extended my right arm out for a handshake, embarrassed when I realized he was still holding both our cups. He set them down as I began to lower my hand, but he grabbed my fingers as they descended. Bringing his lips down and my hand upwards he planted a soft kiss and nodded his head. His strong hands were just as soft as I’d hoped they would