Shelby's POV

We got to the movie premiere and the first thing I noticed was tons of people. I wandered around with everyone else till we all went our own separate ways. But then I knocked into a guy and now I'm hiding in shame under this table.

So it's not going well so far.

As my face burned with shame, I noticed the table cloth lift up a little bit down. I glanced over and saw a guy in a suit duck under the table and sit there hugging his knees to his chest. His face was bright red, probably from embarrassment, and he didn't seem to notice me.

"Who are you?" I asked carefully. He jumped and hit his mop of black, wavy hair against the table.

"Ouch..." He rubbed the back of his head and looked at me. When we made eye contact, my heart seemed to skip a beat and my breath caught in my throat. His left eye was light green, like a leaf in the middle of summer. His right eye, however, was a rich smooth creamy choclate. Both eyes twinkled at me as uncertainty danced with curiosity in them.

He blinked a few times before flashing me a smile. He had perfect straight, white teeth. When he smiled dimples appeared on his cheeks. I began to notice freckles dusted all over his perfect cheeks. He looked young, maybe my age, perhaps younger. He was built like an althelete and every movement made me think his suit would rip over raise muscles.

"I'm so sorry madam." His voice was soft and apologetic, like he had bumped into me.

"I'm Castiel. Castiel A. Jones." I smiled at his pleasant introduction.

"I'm Shelby. Shelby Grace." I replied, flashing a small smile at him.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Shelby." He reached his hand out and I shook it. It was soft yet firm in mine. For a second it seemed this man was nothing more than a pleasant gentleman forced to go to a party.

If it was only that simple