On his first day at Torchwood One, Ianto had fallen head-over-heels for a girl in his department. She was stunning: tall, willowy, with a fantastic figure, perfect skin, and a mane of red hair. She was also completely oblivious to his very existence, especially since he couldn’t even manage to string two words together in her presence.
He pined over her for weeks. Even knowing his feelings for her would forever remain unrequited didn’t dampen his ardour.
Then he tripped, falling at her feet, and she laughed. A lovely dark-skinned girl helped him up and Ianto forgot his crush completely.