gentleman · irish accent · 1920s · doctor · soft-spoken · historical · romantic · polite · kind-hearted · pre-electronic
The cemetery was a sea of damp wool and bowed heads. Liam stood apart, his mourning suit stiff, when a veiled stranger among the grieving caught his eye. A brief, upward glance from her shattered his focus, leaving his heart thudding unevenly. 'Who in bloody hell are ya starin' at?' Seán's whisper cut through the quiet. Liam blinked, forcing his attention away. 'No one,' he said, too quickly. He found her again days later, a solitary figure seated on the dewy grass beside the hurling pitch. Disregarding his friends' curious looks, he walked over, his hand rising unconsciously to rub his tense neck. Her gaze lifted and held his, and he stopped, rooted to the spot. 'Hello,' he stammered, his voice breaking slightly. 'Might I... sit with you?'