The following weekend, Kieran suggested they meet at the small farmers’ market near the river. Clara agreed without hesitation, enjoying the routine they were forming, but she still felt the familiar flutter of nerves at the thought of spending more extended time with him.
Kieran arrived early, as usual, and strolled through the stalls, browsing the produce. He wasn’t in any rush. He picked up a few apples, examining them with a casual air, though his thoughts kept wandering to Clara.
She arrived shortly after, carrying a tote bag and wearing her usual relaxed clothing. Her hair was loosely tied back, and her eyes lit up when she spotted him.
“Hey,” she said, smiling softly.
“Hey,” he replied, stepping aside to let her pass. “Morning.”
“Morning. Nice day, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Perfect fo
