This person had been watching her, she could feel it. It doesn´t mean she cared, she was used to people watching her and she had learned to see right through them, but this was different. This man wouldn´t look away. He was blond, average height, a little short perhaps and well built. His nose was peculiar, small but snub...kind of like a bulldog. But his eyes, they were a clear blue...and his gaze was penetrating, as if he was trying to tell her something just by looking at her. Moira looked away, and lucky her! Her eyes fell on the waitress who was bringing her dinner, she could feel her mouth watering already.
It was good! Soft and delicate meat, mashed potatoes that were a little sweet...her tummy couldn´t be happier. Moira was really enjoying her dinner when all of a sudden form the corner of her eye, she saw that the blond man was making his way to her table. ´No...please go away!´ she thought. But before she knew it he sat down across from her without even asking first. Moira said nothing, her mouth was full of food...and the man spoke first: ´´Hello´´ he said ´´My name is Calden´´. Lady Moira Kincaid didn´t know what to make of this, what could he possibly want? ´´Moira´´ she replied ´What kind of name is Calden?´ she thought to herself. Calden smiled. ´´I saw you from across the pub, and just had to come and say hello´´ he continued. ´Australian?´ Moira thought, she always liked different accents.