Paige smiled sweetly to passersby as she gracefully step along the cobblestone streets in her beautifully creative dress. Multi colored curls hung loosely from her bonnet, one lace umbrella hanging over her shoulder held in place by two silky black gloved hands. It was a rather sunny afternoon, with smiling rays of solar light and chirping bluebirds that swooped down through the old stone roads of London. Children giggled and pedaled past on bikes, gruff old men debated the daily paper and courseted women yaked and gossiped over the latest news.
"Did you hear about that new gentleman in town? Tony is his name, so I heard... He's ever so handsome; tall and fit with the most glorious dark hair... And oh, I must say! Such spectacular eyes! Last I saw him, the lad didn't have a ring on this finger..." Mumbled a busty middle aged woman to a thin lady beside her, batting herself with an obviously expensive fan crafted of whale bone and red Chinese silk.
Paige couldn't help but listen in on this bit of information, for she had bumped into a man quite similar to the busty woman's description only hours ago. It was completely accidental, of course, both on her part and his. Mostly hers... She had been gazing across the street at a pair of children playing game of jump rope when she stepped into the man.
"Oh, pardon me!" Said Tony with a gentle chuckle, carefully bowing to Paige after brushing himself down and standing back straight. Paige was lost for words with the man before her. The only real feelings she could recognize were honestly boggling to her mind... She wished to speak to the man for hours. She also wished to grab him right on the spot for an intense snogging session. But darling Paige would never do that, it was completely unladylike! In public, at least.
An additional emmotion she could not well recognized was a strange desire to reach into her dainty friled purse... Grab hold of her sharpened pencil that she kept with her at all times... And drive it straight through his heart.
Now, with all these feelings, how could she focus on concentration of words? The man who once seem so poise and tall, appeared now to be more flustered with a pink tinge to his blueish cheeks. Saying no more, the stranger Tony stepped around Paige and helped himself to be off on his way. Page instantly snapped back into reality after the vivid memory faded. Looking around quickly to see as if anyone had noticed her once dazed expression, Paige cleared her throat and continued down back along the street with her short heeled shoes clicking beneath her. It only took the young woman a total of ten minutes to reach the fruit market in the heart of London.
Conversation floated the air liked a hummingbird's delicate wings as Paige found no notice in the man standing twenty feet away behind a stand a fresh ripe oranges.
