The way her hair danced in the wind, gently and gracefully, had Trace fully entranced. It never occurred to him that this could be taken as creepy or weird. He was born and raised at the Faerie Court, in the Seelie Court, the beautiful shining throng, and his courtly mannerisms and romantic ideals were right at home there. He didn't know any other way. And when Trace found himself enamored of a woman, there was never any hesitation.
She stepped towards him and he was almost lost in those beautiful eyes as her delicate hand trailed along the tree bark. And she was perfect, flawless, the way she dropped her eyes, smiling softly, her modesty and gentle voice making Trace fall ever faster into that familiar, yet new feeling.
"I only speak the truth," he said with a genuine and warm smile. He also dropped his eyes, afraid to be rude with the way he stared at her. Something was so very familiar about her, but there was no way he could have ever met her, for he would remember her. She pointed out that he had forgotten his book and he looked where she peered, spotting the well loved book uncermoniously on the ground where he had put it. At her apology, he shook his head gently. "You are not disturbing me," he assured her.
"Please, join me." Trace gestured to the shade under the tree. "I was going to have some lunch, I would be honored if you would join me."