Even from this distance, she was absolutely radiant. The warm sunlight on her face, the soft glow of her reddish-brown hair. She was laughing and splashing in the fountain without a care in the world.

She would never notice a nobody like him. The reality was he was one of the world’s ditch diggers, a common person with nothing to offer someone of her caliber. In his mind, he at least had boundless love and affection to shower her with. Absolute servitude to her happiness would be his only vocation.

He turned around and sat on the edge of the fountain. Looking at her was both uplifting and painful. The joy they would share in his mind was equal to the depression knowing he couldn’t have a woman like her.

A tap on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie of self-pity. He turned and looked up into her hazel eyes. He didn’t even hear what she said he was too stunned by her beauty.

“I said I think I lost my ring. Would you help me look for it?” she asked with a smile Helen of Troy couldn’t match.