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SS: Festival of Return pt17
4 years ago
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“Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.”
- Samuel Johnson
- Samuel Johnson
♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ ✐ ♡ ✎ ♡ Sweetheart was unsure what to think, much less say. He seemed like a perfectly charming man who was giving her the reins of command over the situation. It was her café, so of course that was how things were supposed to be. But, she did not know what to do with the unreasonable authority she had been unequivocally given. Seeing her struggle with indecision was a sight that disturbed the caramel-colored male. Just as she had no knowledge of him, he had no real insight into the woman beyond the handful of seconds they had just shared. Yet, even if he knew nothing about her, he knew that he didn’t want to cause her to fret over a situation he essentially caused to escalate into a dilemma.
“How about this,” he began, “allow me to visit your shop tomorrow to have one chance to clean this mess up with her. If I cannot change her image of me and she tells me to leave, then I will not set foot into your establishment, ever again. Does that sound reasonable?”
Sweetheart continued to stare at the man, searching for any sign of deceit or mistrust, but she could find none. On the contrary, he seemed unabashedly upon and honest. What in the world had happened between he and Plum to cause such tension? …well, tension from one of them. She wasn’t sure and he wasn’t offering her a clear explanation. Of course, he had also been told that she and Plum were very close, so it would be safe to assume that he would have reasoned that she would have gotten the details of the story from her. He didn’t feel the need to try to explain or make excuses, he was simply allowing the woman that he had acquired a genuine affinity for, to give her account of the events that had transpired between the two of them. Whatever Plum would tell her, would make or break his chances with her and that was all that he was asking for…a chance.
Sweetheart sighed, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said, “Her favorite flower is, hyacinth.”
When she opened her eyes to see the result of her abbreviated permission, the warm, glowing, hopeful smile she was greeted to, told her that she had made the right choice.
“How about this,” he began, “allow me to visit your shop tomorrow to have one chance to clean this mess up with her. If I cannot change her image of me and she tells me to leave, then I will not set foot into your establishment, ever again. Does that sound reasonable?”
Sweetheart continued to stare at the man, searching for any sign of deceit or mistrust, but she could find none. On the contrary, he seemed unabashedly upon and honest. What in the world had happened between he and Plum to cause such tension? …well, tension from one of them. She wasn’t sure and he wasn’t offering her a clear explanation. Of course, he had also been told that she and Plum were very close, so it would be safe to assume that he would have reasoned that she would have gotten the details of the story from her. He didn’t feel the need to try to explain or make excuses, he was simply allowing the woman that he had acquired a genuine affinity for, to give her account of the events that had transpired between the two of them. Whatever Plum would tell her, would make or break his chances with her and that was all that he was asking for…a chance.
Sweetheart sighed, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said, “Her favorite flower is, hyacinth.”
When she opened her eyes to see the result of her abbreviated permission, the warm, glowing, hopeful smile she was greeted to, told her that she had made the right choice.
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Tennessee, old chum, I recommend a multi-colored bouquet.
TENNESSEE:Thanks, mate, sounds like a plan to me! ^_-