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"Right," she said as she swallowed hard.
"Good," I nodded. "You already look gorgeous, so I just have to fix myself."
"Alright," she said as I started to take off my lab coat.
Stacy
The last time I visited the farmer's market was with both my parents. We never missed a week, and I learned how to cook, using that experience. Try as I may, I couldn't beat my father's cooking and neither could Mom. But it's what made it fun.
After she died, I became so focused on the hospital and inheriting it that I didn't have time to fool around anymore. Dad had tried getting me to go many times, but I didn't see any reason to. I'd give excuses about how much work I wanted to get done, but I was sure there weren't any patients who'd come in the very moment I stepped out.
The excuses had held up in the prior years before Ethan. He ordered me to follow him, and I didn't dare disobey. I had a feeling he was going to physically drag me out of my office if I refused to follow him. I waited for him to get ready. He was dressed in business attire: gray pencil pants that worked perfectly for his physique paired a black long-sleeved dress shirt that opened at the neck, revealing a white undershirt. He folded the sleeves of both hands, revealing arms that had seen the intensity of a recent rigorous gym schedule.
"Forgot my comb," he said as he ran his fingers backward through his hair in an attempt to smooth it out. It didn't really work and instead left him with his signature messy yet sexy brunette coif.
"You're still seated?" he asked as he turned to me.
"Oh, sorry…" I apologized and got up to change. I was so lost looking at him that I had forgotten to take off my lab coat.
I took it off, and he stretched his hand to me, "Shall we?"
****
The heartbeat of Glen Allen resided in its vibrant local events. The town square transformed into a bustling tapestry during the weekly farmers' market, where vendors became storytellers, their wares narrating tales of far-off lands and local harvests. Colorful tents dotted the landscape, sheltering a treasure trove of artisanal crafts and tantalizing treats. Amid the hum of conversations, friendships blossomed over shared interests and the communal appreciation for creativity.
Ethan was enjoying every second of it. His eyes lit up like a child's after being given their favorite treat.
"Cotton candy," he pointed at the stand.
"I'm watching my weight…I haven't been able to work out," I pronounced.
He shrugged and bought one, bringing it back for the both of us to share.
"I'll eat most of it, but I don't want to eat alone," he said with pleading eyes as he plucked a piece and waved the sugary treat at me.
"Fine then." I sighed and opened my mouth, letting him feed me.
I held my face as the sugar rose to my cheeks, tinting them pink.
"There we go," he said. "There are a lot more things to do."
As he led me through the stalls, I started to wonder if I was the one from the city. He had befriended a lot of the people he regularly spoke to at the hospital, and they all gave him the gift of fresh produce.
"You're quite popular now," I said as he handed me one of the bananas he had received from a vendor.
"Are you impressed?" he asked with a smug look.
"I'm just impressed that…"
I hadn't finished speaking when he bumped into a child whose candy apple fell to the floor.
"I was about to say that I am impressed that nobody realizes that you're clumsy." I completed my statement as he looked lost.
"Here," he offered the boy an apple and an additional ten dollars. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright. I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going," the boy apologized and accepted Ethan's offering. "Thank you, sir."
"Don't mention it; just be more careful, okay?" Ethan requested.
