Subtle and quietly, she maneuvered through the
Market, searching for the perfect melon and freshest
Bundle of basil leaves.
Her father would scold her till hell froze over if he
knew; but she lived for the wrong doing adrenaline.
It gave her a sense of urgency to explore this great
Big world; all that’s beyond those stuffy castle walls.
As she weaved through the townspeople, she kept her
Eyes on the market stand she frequently visited.
His was by far the best of choices, for everything from
Fruit to herbs, flower seeds, to organic pastries. He
Was a dark and handsome man, roughly late 20s to
Though, she had a gaze that stopped em in their
Tracks, she has yet to accomplish the challenge
Of catching his attention. She’d gracefully step up to
The stand, and flash a warm and friendly smile.
As he did with every lady, he’d tip his hat with respect
And a returned welcome. She always anticipated the
butterflies that followed.
” How could this man have no idea? ” She thought
She put down a melon that obviously wasn’t ready for
Purchasing and picked up another. Honeysuckle
Syrup poured over crepes, with a side of cantaloupe
Was her favorite breakfast. Her mother would
sprinkle a pinch of nutmeg over the entire plate. It
Was the perfect touch, but moms do that, add what’s
Needed to made everything just right.
She returned to the market scene when she felt a
warm touch upon her arm. She smiled sheepishly, that
Sweet and innocent smile men can’t resist. He stood so
Close, she could feel his body heat radiate from his
well defined figure.
” Sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.” She sympathized
He simply took the fruit from her hand and replaced it
With one from his crop. Politely, he tip his hat again as
If to say, It’s on me. Bidding you a great day.
She accepted with a returned wink and headed back
Formulated for the One Word Prompt Challenge: Gaze