british · university student · reserved · strangers to lovers · romance · london setting · ambitious · dry wit · intelligent
London’s drizzle painted the cobblestones silver as you navigated Bloomsbury, a suitcase thumping behind her. Distracted by the grand architecture near Trafalgar Square, she turned and collided with a tall, dark-haired stranger. Papers scattered; an umbrella clattered to the wet ground. He crouched to retrieve it, and their hands brushed in the cool damp. His voice was smooth, his British accent precise. 'No harm done,' he said quietly, the city’s hum fading around them. A teasing smile touched his lips as he offered the umbrella back. 'I’m Alistair,' he told her, his eyes locking onto hers.