Marks POV~

  I was walking downtown, Looking for a particular store. I was on the hunt for a vintage vinyl player. You see, I was vintage; an old heart in a young generation. I longed to be back in the twenties, times were so simple and peaceful. Classy indeed, right morals and men in suits I mean who didn't want to live in that generation? I was too busy looking for the shop that I thought sold the vinyl that I bumped straight into someone, toppling onto them. I heard them mumble underneath me, I got flustered and stood up helping him to his feet. I then got to look into a freaking ocean that were his eyes - I feared the ocean but damn I'd drown in his. He had grey ish Brown hair with green neatly atop it, taller than myself about my age too. He had earphones in but took them out and apologized, a sexy thick Irish accent coming through. I was so flustered, blushing like a fool. "Its okay, it was my fault..." I stared at my feet to hide my reddened cheeks which he seem to chuckle at. "Ye alright there? Ya seem a bit flustered, heh." He rubbed the back of his heck as he spoke. I looked up at him laughing a little. "Pfftttt, me no..." He was perhaps my opposite; I dressed vintage - classic white shirt, tie and black jeans complete with shiny shoes. Him however, he was in a blue hoodie and burgundy jeans and sneakers. It suited him rather well mind you. "Hey, I'm Jack by the way. Yknow the guy you've been staring at for five minutes.." I laughed "Oh sorry I uhm, I'm I'm Mark." He was rather attractive for a hipster... But we were opposites even if he was attracted to me or men for that matter, it wouldn't work.. Snap out of it Mark, you've just met him.