We Met Like in a Fairytale

Ren POV

I glare at my manager as she tears through me like a bulldog on heat.
"THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE REN, YOU CANNOT KEEP LEAVING YOUR SPOT! ESPECIALLY NOT THE CHANGING ROOM!"
"Yes, Anne, I understand, I promise it won't happen again." I almost smack myself at my obviously bored tone, but luckily Anne was either too stupid to notice or too pissed to give a damn.
"Excellent... Now please, go on your break..." Anne sighed loudly before careening on her heel and stomping away.
"Dude, just go before she rips into you again. The woman is on speed or some shit." Marcus warmly grasps my shoulder.
I turn and grin at him, seeing my reflection in his ice blue eyes.
My curly black hair is piled high on my head, curls dancing around my face, similar to how a princess organises her hair for a ball, except mine isn't really intentional. My green eyes are bright too, although a little cold; understandable when considering what I've been through today.
Not only did I skip out of the changing room of Urban Outfitters to find something for a customer, I was also late that morning and came in with Costa coffee, making it look likes didn't care.
Not that I did.
But still, I guess I shouldn't look like I don't care...
Nodding at Marcus I head directly to Covent Garden square, only a five minute walk away, hoping to hear the orchestra down in the pavilion playing.
.............
I was in luck.
As I reached the onlook of the lower level pavilion I hear the familiar sounds of the violins, violas, cellos and double basses.
Suddenly, a familiar tune begins to play and I grin as I realise it's Canon.
Humming along, I notice everyone smiling with their eyes closed, all enjoying this joyous yet graceful song.
However, an uncomfortable feeling across my nose made me aware that someone was looking at me.
I look up and inhale sharply as my cool green eyes meet azure blue.
The beholder of these eyes smiles gently at me and I return the smile, before allowing my gaze to fall back down to the pavilion, my cheeks turning red.
As the song ends I feel a tap on my shoulder and I look up, startled as I see the blue eyes again.
I realise the beholder is much taller than me, even though I myself am quite tall, standing at five foot eleven.
"Hi," the man hold out a cup and I realised it's a cardboard cup from Ben's Cookies, the steam of the hot chocolate gently hugging my sense of smell. "Have this, you look chilly."
I smile again an take the cup from him, realising I'm not wearin a Jacket in the winter cold.
"Thank you, I'm going to guess you're American?"
The man raises an eyebrow and I role my eyes.
"I would say I don't mean to be impolite but you did invade my personal space, so.."I shrug with a smirk.
The man smirks back, "touché. Well in that case, you're right. I'm Andy."
"Ren." I hold out a hand and he shakes it deftly.
"Pretty name, that's a bird right?"
I nod, "yeah but the spelling's different." I take a sip of the hot chocolate and grin at it's sweetness.
"I knew you were a hot chocolate kind of girl." Andy laughs.
"You saying I look like a kid?" I raise a brow and he laughs harder.
"Not at all..."
Suddenly my phone rings and the song Saviour begins to play, by a band I've heard of called Black Veil Brides.
I hum along to the song as I pull my phone out, "yo."
"Ren, do not come back... Anne is on a riot-"
I hear a shout and assume she's already chased out the rest of the customers.
"Sweet, tell Anne I'll clear up my act by tomorrow, bye bye Marcus. Enjoy Cruella Devile!" I hang up and roll my eyes at nothing.
"Work trouble?"
"Nah, just a crazy manager."
"How is that not work trouble?"
"Because it's a personal thing."
"Which impacts on your work-"
I turn laughing, "Oh shut up- hey what's up with your face?"
I stare as Andy smiles too brightly to be healthy.
"Your ringtone."
"Huh? Oh yeah, its saviour by this band called black veil brides. My friend got me into them a few days ago. They're pretty sick."
"sick?"
"Oh yep, sorry that's British slang for really bloody good."
"thanks," His grin brightens even more.
"Okay, you're creeping me out, why are you smiling like that?"
His face twists as he holds in a laugh and I frown.
"Sorry, it's just too funny. I assume you've never seen a music video of theirs?"
"No, I'm not big on music videos.. Why?"
"Because I'm the lead singer, Andy Biersack."
I stop.
I stare.
Stop and stareee~
No stop it Ren, calm down.
"That's pretty sick..."
"Meaning pretty bloody good." He smirks.
I blush neon pink.

Notes

Hey guys, new idea, came up with it when I was in town yesterday! I really love this new idea and I hope you do too!
my other fanfics are all on hold due to my exams and writing block but this idea had to be written out! thanks for reading!!!