Ava

You breathed a sigh of happiness as you strolled through the town. It was your day off and you had decided to enjoy it as much as you could. So, with your headphones blasting Spice Girls, you relaxed as you settled into a leisurely stroll around the quiet streets. Not many people were out and about as it was midway through the day on a Thursday. But that was okay, you had the streets to yourself. The sun was out as you arrived in the square for a rest on your favorite bench and a quick bite of the steak and rocket sandwich you had made earlier. Your excitement soon faltered, however, as sat on your favorite bench, gazing up at the central statue, was a girl. No matter, though, she looked nice enough and the bench was big enough for two. You shrugged and renewed your stride, sitting next to her and unwrapping your sandwich from it's paper packaging. As you took your first bite, your attention was drawn to the girl beside you. She gazed up at the statue innocently, as if it was the most interesting thing she'd ever seen. Her golden hair was well kept, tucked over her shoulder and glinting in the sunshine. Her skin was silky smooth, not a single blemish or imperfection. Her eyes were glamorous and sparkly, full of life. Her eyebrows were neat, not artificially, but naturally neat. You paused, your mouth wrapped around your sandwich. Gosh, she was beautiful. Her clothes were expensive and crisp, obviously perfectly kept. A subtle but attention drawing necklace sat on her chest, the thin golden chain wrapping around her neck. You were stunned. You hadn't noticed it when you had first entered the square, but she was the centre of attention. She was the definition of perfect. You couldn't look away, your sandwich forgotten in your hands. She glanced at you. A subtle movement of the head and an awkward smile. Now that you thought about it, she looked out of place, sitting by herself awkwardly in an empty square. A slight blush rose to her cheeks as you stared.

H....hey.

Her voice was small, almost scared. It sounded forced, as if she didn't want to be there but she was making herself talk anyway.

I... I'm Ava. What's your name?

She extended a hand slowly in greeting.