The happy Spanish prince sat at the window pouting. The sun shined down on him, warming him like a blanket. His gaze was placed on someone out side the window in the tomato fields.

The woman out side the window was laboring over the tomatoes with love, an emotion not easily shown by the grumpy Italian servant. She stopped her work to locked eyes with the man behind the glass. At first she glared, but the angry look was soon exchanged for a loving wave holding up a beautiful ripe tomato.

His first thought was that the tomato and the woman looked extremely similar. Her face was puffed out with a pout, and red from blushing and being in the Spanish heat.

He loved tomatoes, it was his passion.

So would he also love the tomato woman?

Yes, yes I would~. He thought.

Mi Tanto Tomate.. He lovingly thought. I'll love you with all I have… as soon as we get this figured out.

Unaware of the trials yet to come because of this statement.