1 Chapter 1

Seattle was a rather nice place. Apart from the hell that was traffic of course. 

I glanced at my Rolex for probably the tenth time. If those damn cars didn't start moving soon I would be late for my meeting. And punctuality was basically my middle name. Actual my middle name is Jacob but I'm sure you get the point. 

I would be staying here for the next two months, my art program " Germaine " opened up a branch here so I have to show up and act as if I care. Not that I don't.... but I would much rather be back at my house in Hawaii drinking out of coconuts. 

Those were the good times. 

I lean back against my seat and sigh as I close my eyes. This is a lesson learnt. Next time I'll be sure to put my jet into good use. What's the point of having outrageously expensive things if you aren't going to use them. 

After a couple of minutes, I open my eyes and roll down the window . It was almost eight which meant I had about fifteen minutes to be out of here. 

I looked ahead. Fifteen minutes was surely not going to be enough. And rolling the window down wasn't a good idea. The air smelled like vehicle fumes. 

How nauseating. 

I was about to roll them back up when my eyes fell on her. 

She was in a cab right beside my car. Her focus straight ahead. 

I couldn't make out her full features but the little that I could see had me glued to her. She had dark hair that flowed down her back and she kept biting her bottom lip anxiously as she looked at her phone .

Strange... I always thought I was more into brunettes. Guess I don't have a type after all. Just as I was about to look away, she turned. And I swear I I felt my heart stop for a second. She had the loveliest pair of brown eyes I had ever seen. And I had seen quite a lot of them. 

She seemed to examine me oddly. Probably wondering why I was staring. And though I knew I ought to look away, I didn't. 

I couldn't. 

She narrowed her gaze and frowned, then she looked away. 

And I wanted to call out to her and make her look back at me. 

But don't get your knickers in a twist, this isn't one of those love at first sight clichés. 

I wasn't made for love, I believe in freedom. In the ability to live your life without worrying about the possibility of forgetting a birthday or an anniversary. 

The only reason the girl captivated me is because I am an artist. And I do tend to admire lovely sights. 

And she was definitely one of them. 

The traffic finally moved and I started my car. But before I drove off I glanced at her again. She was clearly looking at me but shifted her attention the moment I turned .

How charming. 

I might be an artist for the sake of money but even I can identify a perfect work of art when I see one. 

And the lovely stranger was definitely a masterpiece!!