The Heartsmith

❝Would you like to buy a heart?❞ A small, red headed female smiled as she talked, people passing by completely ignoring her. ❝I have quite a few beauties to offer!❞

The little heartseller continued to smile, no one making eye contact as they rushed by, too busy with life to even notice the girl, except a tall blonde, pale-ish male looking a little upset.

She reached her hand out eagerly, the red, jewel of a heart floating just above it. ❝Sir! Would you like to buy a heart?❞

He stopped, only to turn and look at her, with her red dress and basket full of carefully cared for 'hearts'. He bent down to her size, to try not intimidate the child.

❝Do you happen to also repair broken hearts?❞ he smiled softly, his suit showing he was somewhat important. She shook her head with a sad smile.

❝Oh, no. I just sell hearts, sir.❞ He sighed, closing his eyes as he bit his lip softly, a small, sad frown forming. Maria, the red head, then smiled and pointed down a small dark alley. ❝But if you go down there, you will find the heartsmith!❞

Curious, the blonde's gaze followed her finger, to nod slowly before smiling once again and patting her head gently. ❝Thank you, young lady❞ she simply smiled back. ❝You're welcome, sir❞

Fixing his suit, he made his way down the alley, it now seemed much longer, and with every step he took, the path got even longer than before.

I didn't think it looked this long before...

Despite the fact he desperately wanted to turn back and forget about it all, he continued, and only after what seemed like an hour, which really was 10 minutes, he stepped out the alley on to a small path, which led to a wooden door, hearts engraved into the wood. A gold sign with the words 'heartsmith' was gracefully sitting above it, lights from the windows were showing that inside was warm.
The building was surrounded by a wall, the alley seemingly to be the only place you could go down to find it, and even then, it was well hidden.

He gulped and nervously knocked on the door, them pushed the door as he took a step inside. As he gazed around, seeing shelves with pieces to go inside a heart, and tools, he stopped when he noticed a tanned, brown haired male with goggles on, a white shirt and a black vest, leather gloves holding some tools as he worked away on a heart.

❝Um, excuse me?❞ He called out, getting the heartsmiths attention as he turned his head. ❝Huh?❞ He took off the special made goggles, specifically made for his job, and grinned, a small unnoticeable blush appearing. ❝Oh, a customer!❞

The pale male instantly smiled, his cheeks also going pink. He had never seen someone smile so kindly at him as the tanned male stood up and cheerfully walked over. ❝Welcome sir! What can I do for you?❞

Pointing out the door, the pale male hoped he was correct, especially since the job was so rare. ❝A young girl told me you repair hearts, is it true?❞

With a small laugh, he nodded and pointed at himself with his gloved thumb. ❝Yup! That's what I do, I'm the heartsmith, or you can just call me Daxer, pleased to meet you❞

Looking at Daxer, the blonde nodded. ❝Pleased to meet you too, my name is Adrian.❞

❝What can I do for you?❞

❝Well...❞ Adrian reached into his pocket, and carefully showed his hearts, it faintly glowed and had a large gap all the way down the middle with many cracks around it.

Daxer looked at it closely, rubbing his chin. ❝Oh boy, this one looks pretty damaged❞ and of course, it was.

Adrian looked down, sadness covering his hope as he held the heart close to his chest. ❝So... You can't repair it?...❞ instantly shaking his head, the tanned male who was a head shorter put a hand on the blonde's shoulder. ❝I didn't say that! It might just take a while❞