Fancy couldn’t help but smile at the stranger, and in fact he was standing directly in her light and she had to shield her eyes to get a proper look at him. And she was glad she did, he was like the sun himself, all glisten and golden like he had walked right out of the pages of one of her romance novels golden curls and all. She really wanted to run a hand through those golden curls. But unfortunately he cut her fantasy short by speaking, why did they always have to speak? The fact that he was speaking in English caught her off-guard and it took her a moment to translate.
“Oh! No, you are fine.” She said with a smile her accent tweaking the sound of the English that rolled off her pink lips. “Don’t meet many English speakers around theses parts do you?”