There was nothing beautiful about her.

Her chin jutted out, her eyes a little too close together, and the sprinkling of freckles along the bridge of her nose gave her an unusually childish look, contradicting her 25 years.

Her short, practical brown hair was not glowing, and there was not enough of it to run your fingers through.

Her lips were thin and pale, like the rest of her, not plump and sensual like the provocative ladies in the magazines.

Her overalls hid whatever figure she might have had, and the grease stains from the motor prevented him from touching her.

But some days, when the air was clean and the wind blew just right, the sunlight would glint off her harsh, beautiful, vulnerable eyes and he knew; this was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.