BaconAnd_Jungtoast
"To town?..." I turned to face him slowly, looking at the dirt on the ground and listening to the wind blow through my ears, not raising my eyes up to look at anything more than the man's shoes, "You need to get to town..? Did I hear you correctly?" I nervously muttered out, raising one of my hands to my shoulder to adjust my shawl again, saving it from slipping from my shoulder.
"Yes." He breathed out, seemingly shocked that I had actually stopped to help him in my rush home, "Please, I'd be ever in debt to you if you told me how to get there." men nowadays were good at sweet talking their way into a women's chemise, I didn't trust the man at all. But I would help him.
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In which a girl meets a boy on her way home from work, and can't seem to rid herself of him in her life from that moment on.
But we are not all who we first seem to be.
{SET IN ENGLAND, 1820. ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTONAL}