We Are Dreamers

Entry Eleven: Florence Pugh (Holiday Edition)

~×My Angel Of Light×~

I stand there with my hands on my hips as I take a quick breather. Glaring daggers at the chairs before me as my disdain for them grew the longer I realized I wasn't even close to done. My head drops back and I stare at the sky. Baby blue with wisps of white from clouds that were rolling in. A bit of context here; it's Thanksgiving week and I'm tasked to help my aunt get everything set up. Right now I'm currently in her husband's workshop, trudging through the mess that he left behind while trying not to get dirty.

So far I have three chairs sat out, while there were at least 15 left inside. All tucked away and stacked neatly in the corner of the shop. The only problem was, they were covered in years of dust, mud and cobwebs from not being used for so long. With another sigh, I drop my hands and walk back into the shop to retrieve a few more chairs. Half way through I decided that my shirt could be washed so I just man handled them out just to be done with it.

"Need any help?"

I set the chair down with a breathless huff and look up to spot the most beautiful woman on earth. A smile breaks out onto my face.

"I think I'm pretty much almost done, but thank you though, Love."

The woman looks around me at all of the chairs. "Are you sure? I don't mind giving you a hand."

I smile at her, still breathless, before giggling softly. I spotted a dusting of pink across her cheeks before turning to walk back into the shop to grab the last few I had left behind. Unbeknownst to me, Florence's heart rapidly sped up from the smile I gave her. She would always tell me that I have different types of smiles and her most favorite one was where I'd look at her like she was my entire world and just have an easy, warm smile. I don't know what she meant but if it made her happy, I'd always smile at her.

"I'm sure, baby. Why don't you go sit inside with my grandma?"

"I-.....um."

When she stops speaking I look up from trying to dust my shirt off, only making it dirtier, and tilt my head at her. She looked so..... flustered. That's not normally like her when she's meeting new people.

"I just....miss you."

My brows furrow as my head tilts a bit, I let out a soft chuckle.

"My baby...I'm almost done." I breathe out the words as I take a step closer to her. Florence kept her head down but I had other plans and slid my index finger under her chin before lifting her head up so we met eye to eye.

I love her eyes; how they glisten with so much love when she looks at me. And how they become these pools of honey when the sun hits her face just right. I found out that during dusk hours, her eyes popped perfectly. And the way her face glows under the setting sun? I could stare at her forever if she'd let me.

The way her hands slide up my sides and around my waist to grab onto the back of my shirt, snaps me out of my thoughts. My gaze flicks down where I look at her lips and then look back up to meet her eyes once more.

"Tell you what," I start as I pull my beanie off and tuck it over her head, making sure some of her hair was still showing. "When I'm done here, I'll come back inside and grab you up. We'll go for a ride into town to pick my mom up for work. Okay?"

Her eyes were closed since I was fussing with her bangs before they fluttered open when I stopped. "Okay."

"Good. Now go inside, hold onto my beanie for me, and I'll come get you shortly."

I dropped my hands when I was done and let my arms hang loosely around her shoulders. She looks at me and shares a smile before leaning up to kiss me. I happily kiss back for a moment before pulling away to peck her forehead. Once we were done being sappy love birds, Florence peels herself off of me and heads back to the house as I watch her go. The distraction was nice but once I turned back to the task at hand I felt the dread set in. Maybe I should have had her help me...