Dear Diary,
Very unexpected things happen to unexpected individuals. Whether it was brought upon them by God or another force is entirely up for debate. People apt others for reasons beyond their comprehension. However, strange things can occur once everything has happened. It can happen in the blink of an eye. In my case, nevertheless, it happened both so quickly and so slowly that I myself can't seem to wrap my head around it.
It had happened during the Sunday morning mass. I had been late for I had to close up the shop for the morning and had ended up in a pew in the far back. The man had caught my eye for the reason he had still had his top hat on. I had thought he didn't respect God and was quite baffled when I saw it. He caught my eyes and must have realized he had left it on, for he had smiled and quickly removed it.
It was his appearance that shocked me so.
His tall, slender frame was accented with a toned body. His shaggy, dark, wavy locks had framed an oval face, his hair almost hiding his aphotic brown eyes. He had had a mole under one of his eyes, but which eye, I cannot remember for the life of me. I had quickly looked away as his eyes bored into mine, a blush starting to creep up on my cheeks.
The sermon had passed quickly, almost dreamlike. I couldn't seem to get that man out of my thoughts. Why had he seemed so intriguing, I don't know. It couldn't have only been his looks. It was almost as if he had this swirling aura around him, drawing me in.
Ridiculous, of course. But at the same time, mesmerizing and breath taking.
After the mass, I had quickly stepped outside. The man followed after me. He spoke to me, as I sat outside of the church on the steps. His voice ... oh, his voice. It was like honey. Sweet, deep, and smooth. It made the blush creep back onto my face, but I couldn't help but smile.
We had talked for quite a while. I learned that the man's name was Tyki Mikk. As he asked mine, I replied that my name was Lilith Tempest. He had smiled, his perfect, straight white teeth glinting in the sunlight, complimenting me on such a unique name. One of us had made a joke about our names and we both had laughed.
We strolled around, going into a near by park where many children and families played after church. I had smiled and waved to a few families that live around my shop and home. One couple's little girl, Wednesday, had ran up and hugged me, before running back to her father and mother. Such an adorable little girl. I can't help but spoil her just a little when she comes into my shop, asking for jam and buttons and the like for her family.
I had learned that Tyki Mikk was from Portugal and that he had once lived in a small town outside of Estremoz. I had found it odd that he would travel such a long distance to England, but intrigued all the same. It's rare to have people come from such distant countries. He had talked about his life there as a young boy, and then later added that he had started to travel west, looking for work. When he had asked me about my life, I told him I had been in my town for my whole life. I had never been outside our town, content to take up my life as a shopkeeper. I smiled at him and said achingly,"But oh, how I wish I could go east. I want to see the lands, meet the people, and have an adventure." He had smiled in return and had said,"Finally, I meet a woman with a sense of exploration!"
He had offered to take me to dinner. I had to turn him down. I hadn't known Mr. Mikk for a while yet, and despite this odd, secure feeling I had around him, I didn't quite trust him enough yet to take me out. But, as I refused, I had smiled and told him,"Tomorrow, if you're still in town, come by 'Tempests' in the morning. I own it." Then, I had shyly added,"I wouldn't mind talking to you like this tomorrow." He had smiled back and happily agreed as he walked me back to the shop.
As I lay in my chambers, writing this entry, I can't help but feel this contingent sense of excitement.
This Mr. Mikk, despite him being a stranger ... I feel like there's more to him than meets the eye.
I hope to discover more about him tomorrow. He seems like a kind man with a passion for the light side of life. Befriending him might turn out to be a great thing. I hope he stays in my village for a while.
Until tomorrow,
Lilith Tempest.