“You okay, mister?” she asked.
Tenney smiled and shrugged as though it wasn’t a big deal for a man like him. He sprang to his feet and gave her the rosebud.
“It fell from your bunch,” he said.
“Thanks.” She smiled. “You are a good lad.” Tenney couldn’t help marvel at her smile. Her smile made Tenney go weak. White pearls kept on pink cotton, dewdrops on rosebuds. Tenney trembled. She must be his own age, slightly taller. He beamed in her presence.
“No problem,” he clasped his hands together and almost squirmed in pain. It was then she noticed his bleeding knuckles.
“You are hurt,” exclaimed her.
That’s okay. Not a big thing,” he smirked as though being tough and getting injured is all in his day’s work. A tough warrior who just met his soon to be princess. Toughness coming home to te
