Robyn was rushing to work. Her car was broken and she was running late. "Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap." she chanted under her breath as she looked at her watch. She was going to be late. Her clutched her files and purse under her arms as she navigated her way through the Square. Robyn quickly looked down to adjust her purse before she dropped it when she felt herself hit something, or rather, someone. She fell backwards, her papers and purse spilling all over the road. "Damn!" she cried as she dusted herself off. "I am so sorry." she said, looking up at her road kill. "I was rushing and I-" Before her stood a handsome man, a man she had never seen before, but yet seemed so familiar. As if she knew him from somewhere but she just couldn't place it. You probably just hit your head off the pavement Ronnie, that's why.