Part 1 - Tim's POV

It started from the moment I first laid eyes on you. You were so quiet and shy, yet so artistic, a beautiful soul, a beautiful person. I was in love with you from the moment we met.

I was sitting in a pub waiting for Rich to show up for lunch. He said he�d found someone new for the group. He had told me so much about you and I was eager to meet you and see for myself.

The door opened and I saw Rich walk in, but my eyes were immediately drawn to you. You were standing behind Rich, thick black glasses framing your young face. You wore a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt. Rich walked over and you followed him.

�Tim Ferguson, meet Paul McDermott.�

I extended a hand and you reached out and shook it. Your eyes locked on mine and I felt myself getting lost in them. I took a moment to study your face, perfect eyes, perfect lips, every inch of your face seemed perfect to me. You blushed and dropped your head, shy underneath my sudden scrutiny.

But I looked into your eyes, and I knew that you were feeling the same way I was.

The three of us sat down together and had lunch and I got the chance to learn a bit more about you. You were a student at the Canberra School of Art, and from Rich had told me you were very good. I could tell that you didn�t like being the topic of discussion, you kept looking down at the table as if you wished you could crawl under it.

But Rich and I both knew that you were the person that we wanted for the group. And I knew that you were the person I now wanted in so many other ways as well..

part 2