Mary was 16 when she met him. She was working a part time job at a diner in Idaho to help her mother pay the bills. After her father had passed away from cancer, they were drowning in debt. Her mother worked two jobs to support them, and Mary would pitch in when she could.
It was raining the day he walked in to the diner. His car broke down, and the rain was pouring. Mary was cleaning up one of the tables when the bell above the front door rang. Automaticly she looked up, and the sight made her mouth hang open. He was tall, at least 6'7, his grey eyes shined like diamonds, and his brown hair had some salt and pepper. His jaw was perfectly shaped, and his wet suit clung to his toned body. He walked to the counter to borrow the keys to the bathroom, before walking inside. Mary kept herself
