#the convent

So now, you had your arms full of groceries and you carefully shifted them to count your coins, when—

Thump.

Your apples scattered across the ground and your hold on your basket slipped, already seeing how all your expensive groceries would break and you wouldn't have food for days… but then you saw a hand snatching your basket before your mental images became true.

"I'm so sorry, I should have—"

You exhaled, closing your eyes in relief. "No no, it's entirely my fault. I was concentrated on counting my money, not on where I'm going. Thank you so much, I don't know what would I have done if I—"

You looked up to see a face you hadn't seen around before. Or maybe you had seen him before, but never really paid attention. His blue eyes stared at you and you blinked, words catching at your throat. For whatever reason, he made your heart make a few somersaults and your breath hitch.

You stared at each other for a moment and you spotted a shade of pink dusting his cheeks before he ducked, picking up your apples. He examined them for a while before he held the last one up. "We should probably wash these by the well."

You looked at the apples, and you weren't sure why he thought that. They looked perfectly fine, barely even dents on them, but you still didn't argue with it. Something just told you that you shouldn't turn his offer down, even when you were still busy.

You were quiet again for a moment, the hassle around you basically fading away, before he cleared his throat. "I… uh, I have my own basket here. I didn't get to do my grocery shopping yet, so it's empty. Could I… help you with your groceries?"

You blinked. "Um… are you sure? I don't want to be a bother—"

"I collided with you and almost ruined your groceries, it's the least I can do."

You smiled faintly. "I told you it's fine. Nothing happened, you don't owe me anything."

He looked defeated, and a little disappointed, so you sighed. "If you really want to, I wouldn't be opposed to it. I have a busy morning, so a little help would be welcomed."

His eyes lit up again. "Yes, I— I'd love to."

You offered him a small smile, mentally trying to tell your heart to calm down, and nodded towards the well. "Shall we wash the apples first?"

You followed him to the well, and something just told you that this wasn't just some regular, silly encounter with a cute man, this would lead to something far better and maybe, hopefully, something long-lasting…