10 years later

"Em, you do know that I need to get to work?!" I shouted at the top of my voice to my daughter, who was upstairs, gathering her belongings.

Sighing hard, I placed my hands around my hips.

"Emily Harper, come down this instant!" I cried out again, my ears picking up the sound of heavy footsteps running down the stairs.

"I'm sorry Mom!" She threw her backpack over her left shoulder.

"You'll be sorry, once I'm late. Let's go." Emily held my hand tightly and we darted out of the door, carefully locking the door behind us.

As we rushed down the stairs, I constantly looked at my watch, my feet as fast as my own head.

"I have one hour. That should just give me time to be able to drop you at the bus stop..." Finally my shoes pressed onto the ground floor and once I halted, so did Emily and so, it backfired. Within seconds, she crashed onto my back. "Careful Em." I peered my head around the door. "Go."

Emily took hold of hand once again and we both ran to the bus stop, our bodies cold within seconds because it was... snowing.

Damn UK weather.

It was December however. But it was pouring down with snow like hell.

As soon as our feet landed in the bus shelter, we jumped up and down on the spot, rubbing our hands together.

"Make sure that you ring me when you finish your acting class Em. Then I'll try my best to pick you." She nodded and my eyes caught hold of the bus coming towards us. "That's my cue!" I wrapped my arms around Emily, bidding farewell. "Bye honey." Emily kissed my cheek.

"Bye Mom."

"See you later!" She stepped onto the bus and made her way to the back, myself folding my arms as I waved at her.

Within minutes, my breathe had turned into a fine, crisp ball of smoke which evaporated into thin air.

The temperature dropped every minute and every minute, I waited.

Just waited.

Looking around me, my eyes hovered over a man who smiled at me. I thought it polite to smile back.

I was cold, but I certainly wasn't without manners.

He had a scarf tightly wrapped round his neck and his eyes. They were pure gold.

Not literally.

They were a fluorescent blue.

But the colour just made me think. Think of those eyes I had set on all those years ago.

The man had walked up behind me, clutching a suitcase. He looked rather professional.

"S-sorry, I... do you know how long the bus will be?" I looked up to him because, goddamn he was tall.

Glancing at my watch, I peeked back up at him.

"Just a few more minutes." Simpering at me, he sniffed.

"Thanks. I'm not used to this part of town, you see." I simpered back at him, nodding my head. Holding out his head, I stared at it. "I'm Benedict." Finally, I shook it, considering my hierarchy at my workplace.

"Ivy." Both of us simpered again and we released our grip.

"May I ask, where exactly you're off to?"

"Work." I answered firmly. Benedict nodded his head slowly and more crisp balls of smoke drifted away from our mouths.

"That's... nice..." Sighing, I'd hoped that our conversation had ended. "What do you do?"

"I'm a boss at my workplace. Keeping everything in line, that kind of work." Benedict backed away from me for a moment.

"I must say, you don't look like someone who's bossy. You look like a great woman, who holds great reputation. And you could do a-anything, from writing to-" I frowned. "Sorry, I'm nervous..."

Stuttering, shivery breaths and fidgeting. Yep. Definite signs of stress and anxiousness. I should know. Been there loads of times.

"I-it's fine." I say, folding my arms.

Peering my head over lots of tall people around me, my eyes finally caught hold of the bus. In a way, I was relieved. "Bus." I say, pointing.

"Finally!" Benedict smiles and I take out my pass.

On boarding the bus, I glance at the whole of his outfit.

Now, I was definitely sure of his professionalism.

His trousers, black, and he had patted his hair down several times, sure that he wanted to look good and neat.

When he unzipped his coat, it revealed a crease free suit and dark blue, thin tie, which I admired.

He let out a sigh and placed his suitcase in between his legs.

Then, both of us waited patiently.

After quite a few stops, we both got up. To me, this was suspicious.

Please God, not a stalker.

I walk closer to him, balancing. What can I say, I have good sea legs.

"Getting off are we?" I smile, Benedict frowning them he quickly released it.

"Oh y-yes." He pulls out an envelope, taking out a letter. "It's with a... Miss... I Harper..." I freeze. "Rings any bells?"

Waait...

Am I really hearing this?

I'm interviewing this guy?

It's got to be a joke...