Tom worked full speed, too busy to realize he was being watched. A young woman in pink was following his every move. When he finally turned around, their eyes met by chance; she averted her gaze timidly, but Tom couldn't seem to do the same - she was breathtaking!
Feeling a sudden surge of confidence, he walked up to her. He noticed her lingering near the cast iron pots, clearly unsure; he was only being a helpful salesman. Nothing more to it!
Tom: "Are you finding everything all right, miss?"
She paused before meeting his gaze with big, hazel eyes. Tom could feel his knees buckle from their intensity.
Tabitha: "Actually, I could use some help. I was wondering which of these pots was better suited for an open fire…"
That night, as Tom lay in bed, sleep slowly creeping in around the edges, his mind kept wandering back to the girl in pink and her big, hazel eyes.
He'd be dreaming of her tonight, no question about it.