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She’s only been in town for a week but already the young woman felt more comfortable here than back at home; getting primped and doted on by relatives and staff alike, it was as if her status meant nothing here and frankly it was a breeze of fresh air. Out of all of them a lone farmer was more than helpful and this gesture of delivering desserts was out of sheer thanks, even venturing out to his farm by herself.
It was fairly easy to hear him working outside and my chance that he was out there at all. Now Matilda has to muster up some courage to hand the pastries to him upfront. Calling out to him, she didn’t anticipate being actually invited or so close to him caused her cheeks to reddened some. Inside it’s as she expected smell-wise, the scent of the earth and some vegetables stored away, even the slight twinge of iron from his well used tools and now the scent of tea leaves. Matilda makes a mental note to bring him a few of her homegrown ones in the future.
“Okay? I’m more than glad to hear such news!” The woman is beaming as she clasps her hands together. “Though it’s a months time away I should be able to come back in time. Lately my father has been more relaxed about me visiting and I have my handmaiden with me at times. I must thank the mayor for this opportunity... having not one but two people move in with the idea of starting a business, it’s a difficult decision for any community. I’d like to make pastries and such but just between you and me, I think I’d just like to live here but that reason alone wouldn’t be enough.”
