Sleepy Hollow 🔖

Fireworks

There was shouting, screaming and an array of colours in the dark night sky.
Fireworks. I thought to myself inwardly. And chuckled at my unnecessary fear.

"Ahem." I turned, remembering Tony whom I was talking to. I had clung to him in my fright. I let go of him.

"Um sorry for that," I said looking everywhere but at him.

"It's no problem. I shouldn't have told you those stories," he said apologetically.

We fell silent to admire the display in the sky. The colours splashing and mixing with each other in the dark night sky. It looked like a painting.

"Sorry?" Tony asked puzzled. I had thought out loud.

"Nothing." A smile plastered on my face. Great, just what I need. I meet a guy on my holiday and freak him out by talking to myself.

I let my gaze linger on his face for a while. The fireworks cast a shadow on his face and his green eyes lit up as he gazed at them. Amazement and something like admiration was in his expression. I looked away so I wouldn't look more freaky as I stared at his face.

"Hey handsome." A voice chirped from Tony's left as the fireworks stopped. A young woman about my age with her breasts spilling out of her plunging neckline batted her eyelashes up at him. Her lips were a dangerous red, matching with her dress.

"Can I help you?" Tony asked his annoyance evident as she had now latched onto his left arm.

"We can go somewhere and possibly do something," she chirped again jiggling the goods more fiercely this time to get his attention.

"Look, I'm not interested. I'm already taken for the night, sorry." He wrapped his are around my waist as he said this. "Go to that guy, he might be interested." Tony gestured to a tattered looking drunk staring at her and licking his lips.

She glared at me. "Ugh you are unbelievable. You'd leave all this," she gestured to herself. "And go for that straight ass boring goody." She tripled the glare as she said the last part.

I suddenly felt self conscious. Was I really a straight-ass boring goody? Tony answered the question.

"She's not any of those things," Tony said as he pulled me closer. "And yes, I'd rather be with her than all this," he gestured to her.
He took my hand in his and we walked into the crowd, away from her.

I was p dumbfounded, he just said he wanted me. It could've been out of good measure because she insulted me but it was good to hear.

"Thank you" I said.

"For what?" He asked.

I wasn't sure for what really. I withdrew my hand from his grip, whether he wanted me or not, he was still a stranger.
It was silent for a while. We moved away from the crowded street to a small path leaving the noisy men and women behind.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Tony just smiled and said "You'll see."

It was silent again as we walked slowly.

"So what do you do?" I blurted out suddenly.

"Oh, I'm a farmer. Fruits, vegetables and a few livestock. I have a few acres in my town and I'm here to acquire more land. I have a lot of workers, but I still get my hands dirty." He said with a shrug.

Well, that explains his muscular build, really broad chest and his hands.
"What about you?"

"Huh?"

"What does Rebecca do?"

"Oh sorry. I work in a bakery. And this is the only time I have to take a break," I said.