Kindred Spirit (Sweet Shop, part 4)

Read Sweet Shop, part 3 here.

He had watched her since the sweet shop, his favorite hangout since moving to town a few weeks ago. She had shown such unbridled joy when looking at the rows of treats. He didn't think anyone had as much appreciation for candy as him. He was wrong. She was obviously a kindred spirit. He had laughed quietly as he watched her dance around the store with her giant lollipop. The glow on her face had lit up his own heart. Since he had been on a mission to get gifts for his nieces, he turned back to the collection of chocolates. When he had looked up again, she was gone. 

"I guess it just wasn't meant to be," he sighed. 

Then she had reappeared a few minutes later to pair up some cotton candy with her lollipop. He knew it must be fate. He quickly purchased his chocolates and ran outside to follow her down the street. He tried to act casual, keep his distance. Grown men didn't follow women around, watching their every move. Well, not sane ones, anyway.

At the flower stand she got that same glow, but this time it was bigger, if that was possible. She looked like a forest nymph gliding through a meadow, touching each bud, making it bloom. He wanted her to touch him, to make him bloom. He shook himself. What ridiculous thoughts. Next thing you know he would start writing romance novels. 

He wanted desperately to say something, but he didn't know how to approach her without looking like a stalker. Then she did something unthinkable. She threw her candy into the trashcan!

"You're killing me! How could you throw away cotton candy?" He teased. At least he hoped it sounded that way.

She looked startled, flustered. Finally she shrugged and mumbled something. It sounded like "Priorities?"

So, flowers were more important to her than candy? He watched as she blushed prettily and turned away. He walked up to the clerk and said softly, "I would like to pay for that young lady's flowers."

"Oh, that's so sweet," the clerk whispered back. "She'll love it! I see her here almost every day, but she never buys anything, just sort of skips around sniffing everything."

He snorted. Why wasn't he surprised? Since she frequented this place, he knew he would probably run into her again soon, so he decided to be mysterious. He paid the clerk and left.

Read Sweet Shop, part 5 here.