New OS, WIP.

It was snowing again, of course it was! This was the third day and she was getting sick of it. It was pretty for the first twenty four hours. She had taken lots of nice photos and had a couple of nice walks.
Now it was nearly a foot deep and she was stuck at home. Living in the middle of nowhere in the middle of Cornwall was lovely, most of the time. But right now she wished she lived somewhere with at least one neighbour. She sighed and pulled on her boots. It was a vein hope that the road to the village would be clear. But she went to look anyway.
Thank God she had taken notice of the weather warning and stocked up on everything. If she couldn’t get out for a few days it really didn’t matter. And so she trudged up her drive to the road.
Well it looked like a tractor had been up, but it was still thick. And just as she turned back it started snowing again. She sighed. Time to light the wood burner.
Two hours later and it was coming down fast. She threw another log into the burner and went to make tea.
She was just curling up in her armchair when there was a knock at the door. What the...? Who the hell was that? She frowned and put her tea down. Well one of the neighbours must be in real trouble to come and find her. The nearest one was half a mile away. She wrapped her jumper around herself and went to open the door.
She pulled the door open and died on the spot. Oh Fucking Hell! Robert Fucking Pattinson! What the fuck?
‘Hello.’ He said. He was covered in snow and shivering.
‘Um, hi.’ She stammered.
‘I’m sorry to bother you.’ He was soaking, and freezing. How the hell was he standing on her doorstep covered in snow?
‘That’s ok. Um. Do you want to come in?’
‘Yes please.’ He gave her that smile. When he was inside he pulled his beanie off and shook his hair, then he ran his hand through it.
‘Oh you look frozen!’ she was staring, stop staring!
‘I am.’ He did the hair thing again.
‘Well....umm....come through.’ She led him through to the kitchen. He went and huddled by the Aga.
‘Ok, I’m sorry. I have to ask. How is Robert Pattinson standing in my kitchen?’
He grinned. ‘Because my car spun off the road about a mile back and so I walked to the first house I could see. I’m hoping I can use your phone. My mobile’s dead.’
‘Oh yes, of course. Are you ok?’ Oh pull yourself together woman!
‘Bit shaken, but I’m ok. Just cold.’ He was still shivering.
‘I’ll put the kettle on.’ She reached past him to flick on the kettle. As she did she could feel his coat sleeve.
‘You’re soaking!’