Just those eyes could shake up my world into a melted puddle; grey-alluring irises fixated on me as we worked our way up and down the mines.
Those rugged arms wrapped across my form with such a gripping strength and raw warmth whenever I fell into sorrow he would be nearby for me.
That gorgeous smile turning my heart into a band of beating drums as he spoke of his dreams when we sat at Brownie fields on the Moon festival earlier this year.
His laugh so proud, boasting high above the mountainside once I cracked a few righteous pranks on Luke and Calvin as we grew tired of no gems in the mines.
Owen, my ideal man who I crush way too much on as I go about my days fixing this island up for the Goddess and still struggling my way on becoming a proud farmer here.
Difficult and new life here on Waffle island but hey, what could possible be wrong with that?
"Oh god why morning wake up calls!" I grumble out as a knocking sounded out the still dark morning, which really who in their right mind wants to wake up this mother f'ing early every day?
I sit up from my bed, groaning as I feel my nose run like a faucet and my head throb with a mind cracking pulse; stupid mines with its gaseous stones now I'm stuck sick till tomorrow for the Clinic to open again, why can't the hot springs fix this!
"Coming, hold on!" I yawn out while throwing on my outfit; no idea, which I picked, out but oh well.
I pull open the door with ease and regret opening it at all.
"Owen, h-hi there, oh let me just hide now." I squeak out as I guard my sickening face, thanking myself for the night's shade over top us.
"Oh hey Molly, oh caught a cold from yesterday?" Owen ran his chiseled fingers across his spiky mess of red hair.
"Sorry I asked you to find some gold ores for Gramps, I knew I should of done that." He looked away from my own hidden face; not out of disgust but of the fact He must be blushing a little; even to my dismay he stopped combing his hair.
I feel bad enough as it is but to have Owen's smiling handsome face looking sad I could feel myself crumb a little. I wanted to question why he asked of my help, but rather not derailing the conversation yet.
"No, no Owen I got this after giving Ramsely the gold ores, I wanted to catch the king's fish in the Watery Cave in Harmonica town but as it took so long to get down there I lost my chance to catch it and wasted the rest of the night on finding some rare ores." I shrug off the story hoping the whole way I would not sneeze or hack in front of Owen, luckily I survived and Owen's cheerful grin reawakens just as the sunrise peeks out the dark clouds of night and exposes my loopy face.
"Hey thanks Molly, knew I could count on your rookie mining spirit!" he pats my shoulder with a heavy hand and his famous smile, even sick I couldn't help but laugh at his adorable gorgeous face. Sadly colds don't like it when you are having fun, so I end up turning my flirtiest laugh into a dying old lady's hacking.
"Oh man, dude I should let'ya get some sleep, or you'll be dead by noon, bye Molly you're the best!" Owen waves me off as he takes the trail back to Garmon Mine District, so far yet so close to me, my love.
I sigh aloud wishing this. To the deepest parts of misery and head back in for my farm tools; work still has to come first even when the farmer is feeling like poo.
Why did I even become a farmer again?