I walked down this small town all on my own. My straw hat with flowers helped keep the sun from my eyes. My yellow dress flowed with the gentle wind, but luckily I wore my apron everywhere I went. I was a country girl after all. I had a basket in hand. It had two sandwiches, two apples, two pears, and two bottles of milk. I walked down the neighborhood. The dirt on the streets soiled my flats as I skipped towards the park. I had nothing in mind except the need to lay out in the sun enjoying all this food by myself.

As I skipped by, I saw his house. “No, you mustn’t look.” I told myself. I faced away, looking at the hills of grass and lilies across from the house. I kept skipping, avoiding sight of the house. A house so squared, all in brick. The newest looking house in our town since they had only moved in a few months ago. I could not stand looking at it. As I skipped, I felt someone bump into me. I fell with all my food. “Oh, Sorry!” I said bashful. I looked towards the person and my cheeks grew redder. I looked away.

“Hi, Jane.” He said. “Sorry for bumping into you. Let me give you a hand.” His soft pink lips curled at the edges. He held onto my hand as he spoke. His warm, honey brown eyes looked right into mine. I pulled away from his hand.

“No! I don’t need your help.” I said to him, facing away. I began picking up my stuff. He got down to help me.

“Why do you have two of each? Are you heading to see anyone?” He asked.

“No. I’m eating this alone. Bye.” I said after picking up my last item. I stood up and walked as fast as I could towards the park.

“Wait, Jane! You forgot your apple—“

I heard him yell something, but I refused to look back. My feet hurt from walking so quickly, but I had finally arrived at the park. I pull out a towel from my apron pocket and opened it onto the grass. I went down as quickly as I set it. “Why do I feel this way?.....” I said to myself, my eyes looking down at my basket. “Why do I put twice as much food each day as I’m heading to the park? I never even eat the second portion...”

“I know why, My Love....” I heard a voice say. I looked up, and there he stood. Apple in hand, sweat on his forehead, and flushed cheeks. “Let’s have a picnic together.”

I blushed so hard, I would not doubt my whole face was red. I couldn’t hold it in any longer... I could not keep lying to myself. “Ok...... Connor.” My once cold eyes had a warm look and I know there were hearts in them now. I finally had to accept it.

We sat with each other and enjoyed the picnic. We spent time together all evening.