Of all the things Rogue had expected to happen that day, being accosted by a handsome man in the street had not been one of them. She hadn't even entertained the notion. Opening her mailbox and finding another rejection letter? Likely. Also finding a past due notice from a bill collector? Even more likely. Eating dinner alone and wondering for the hundredth time if she shouldn't just bury her pride and go home to Mississippi? Unfortunately, almost guaranteed.

She'd been on her way back from a disaster of a meeting when she ran into him. Almost literally, with the way he rushed up to her, and she had to step back quickly to avoid crashing into him and his stack of flyers. When it registered what exactly he'd said, her eyes widened, and then he turned red and added the most hilarious (and honestly slightly disappointing) line and she had to smile in amusement.

Taking the flyer from him, she decided to humor the handsome, crazy man and looked it over quickly before asking, "You're an art teacher?" That explained the eccentricity.