*Angel*
I look over at him, catch the warm caress of his gaze, and simply melt. "Then I must have the blue one," I say softly.
We stand there, locked into place by each other's stares, until the ribbon-seller destroys the moment with a loud, "A-hem!" I tear my eyes away from Eames and reach down into my reticule, but before I can retrieve any coins, Eames has paid for the ribbon and placed it in my hands.
"A present, my Angel." He leans over and kisses my hand.
I feel the warmth of his kiss travel up my arm straight to my soul. "I shall treasure it always."
The romance of the moment is overpowering. "Are you hungry?" Eames asks suddenly, desperate to turn the conversation over to more mundane matters.
"Famished."
He leads me over to the food stalls where we buy spinach pies and stra
