His name is Damon.

Craft Show

The next morning I met Caroline at 11 so she could show me where my booth would be and to help me setup. We were having the craft show in the highschool. I brought different pictures of nature and things I took. They were in decent frames.

Before the show opened to the public, the sellers got to browse and buy first. I had several people buy come cupcakes!

This older couple was selling some jewelry. I saw this really cool necklace I liked. It had a black rope chain and a silver dream catcher as the charm, but it was $32.00 and I didn't have that much cash on me. Plus it was a little too expensive.

The craft show was packed. Good thing I baked a couple batches of mini pumpkin gems. They were popular as I knew they'd be. My photography was $12.00 each. I figured no one would probably be buying them.

So I lied. Matt bought a picture in black and white of an old International. I was pleased! Of course everyone I knew stopped to buy a treat. Well, mostly everyone.

3 o'clock and it was still busy. I love to people watch though, so I was entertained. I had very few cupcakes, half a batch of cookies, and six pictures left to sell. I watched as a black-haired lady came up to me with an odd expression; a kind of blank expression and she was holding something. "Here," she stated. "I was told to give you this necklace." She held out something silver. I reached for it and oh my gosh! It was the dream catcher necklace!

"Who gave you this?!" I exclaimed.

"They'd like to remain anonymous." She walked away. I looked through the crowd looking for a familiar face who might have done this when I saw Damon. He was several booths down bent over table items. Holy crap was it him?! I couldn't ask! I'd have to see if he says anything. I drop the necklace into my purse pocket. He sees me and acts surprised. "Hey," I say. "Wanna buy something I made?"

He picks up a bag of cookies. "I'm a good old fashioned chocolate chip kinda man."

He sees the 75 cent sticker and digs in his pocket, putting the change in my open palm. Our hands very slightly brushed and I felt very hot and a little sweaty when they did. He started studying my pictures. "Did you take these?" he asked, looking at me long enough to see me shaking my head yes. "How much?" he was touching the frame on one. I responded with "twelve dollars" and he pondered briefly before concluding, "I'll take the lot."

That caught me off guard. "Really?" I was shocked and excited.

"I need some new artwork." He whipped out his wallet and paid cash. Before I could express my gratitude, he said "Now I expect you to help me carry them to my car." His smile was so gentle and damn beautiful. It would make anyone's knees weak.

I put the cash in my wallet, threw my purse around me and grabbed two frames. We walked out to his blue 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. "If you ever want me to take nice pictures of you, I can," I said, feeling stupid right after I suggested it.

"What could I possibly need pictures for?" He asked with a playful but sarcastic tone.

I shrugged feeling embarrassed. "You could be a model."

He shut his trunk with an egotistical expression. "So you're saying I'm model material?" I agreed to his question. "Don't models have to be sexy and muscular?" He asked. Shit. He's leading me to say it. Blushing, I quietly agreed with a trailed off "yeah..." Eyebrows raised, he "mmm"-ed. I could only grin. He grinned back with his crow's feet wrinkling by his eyes. It didn't make him look old by no means. "Sure. Why not. I'd like to see what you can do with me."

I thought secretly to myself of the things I'd like to do to him. "Ok. When do you want to do it?"

"Well you tell me, Miss Busy."

"How did you know I was so busy this week?"

"Elena tells Stefan, I overhear. So do you do this for free or do you ask for money?"

"Uhm...well, I ask for like, five dollars."

"Hm. Ok. So how about tomorrow? Nine o'clock work for you? Stefan'll be out, so we'll have the whooole place to ourselves." He always had that smile.

"I like to take pictures outside," I warned.

He opened up his door. "Okie dokie," he said, falling into the driver's seat. "See ya." What did I just get myself into. I walked back inside and saw Caroline by my booth looking for me. "There you are!" she called, frantic. "Did you not sell these?" She pointed to the cupcakes left. I answered no and she said she'll get them so she paid me.

"It was busy today! A good turn out!"

Caroline, looking a bit exhausted, exhaled, "Yes! And I can relax tomorrow. What are you doing tomorrow?"

Uh oh. "Uhm...taking pictures?"

"Oh! Pictures? Of what?"

"You mean of who?" I hinted shyly.

Her judgey little eyes narrowed. "Who?" She studied the look I was giving her and her jaw dropped. "Damon?!" I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Well good luck," she said. "Be careful."