I met Isaac at a music festival.

He was dressed well, wearing sunglasses and a genuine smile, looking relaxed as he leaned back on a barricade drinking his beer and I won’t lie – my eyes traveled the length of him – but I didn’t look twice.

I was chatting with friends when he stepped between two men who’d made the ill fated decision to drink all day in the hot sun and start a fight over one stumbling in to the other by accident. Before a crowd could gather he had managed to subdue the both of them somehow and walk away unscathed. That was when I really noticed him.

Standing at the bar, I was giving a wave to the bartender when he approached me; “Can I buy you a drink?”

He seemed nice enough, but I had seen devils wrapped in darling disguises too many times before. “Thank you,” I smiled, honestly appreciating the compliment, “But I’m fine.”

“A lady has the right to decline a drink… But,” He raised a finger, “Can I still ask for your number?” He had such an unassuming way about him that I felt myself give in a little.

“We just met, you don’t even know my name… How can you be sure you want my number?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“You’re right, I got ahead of myself,” He holds out his hand, “I’m Isaac.”
I take it a little reluctantly and we share one firm shake. “Anna.”

He grins, “So, how about now?”

I still smile like I’ve got a secret every time I remember how persistent he was. Looking back now though, it was that first connection of skin, something about the way our hands fit together, that made me realise I might leave that day with more than I expected to.

And the more time I spent around Isaac the more I got to know he doesn’t let up on what he wants, he is so determined and passionate that he constantly skips ahead, but it has come to be one of the things I adore about him – wanting something so much you would clamour over yourself just to secure it. Mostly I loved that I could count myself amoung the things that brought that out in him.

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