Disclaimer: Alzheimer dudes. Ha. I don't own this game, grandpa's and grandma's.
Distant Prospect Could Be Closer Than You Think It Is
Maria had always liked watching that new farmer. She never knew his name, until her father Theodore the Mayor told her about him, and that rebuilt farm, of course.
He was such a brave young man to take on such a heavy responsibility! Oh, Jack...
"Jack..." She would whisper his name secretly when no one's around. His name sounded so perfect. Just like his perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect smile, perfect everything. Can someone be this ridiculously perfect? Maria sometimes wondered if he was a human at all. He could be Adonis in disguise, for all she knew.
Watching Jack was her hobby. She knew she'd never get bored of that activity. That is, if watching someone could be considered an acvitity?
Subconsciously, Maria felt something watery touching her fingers. She looked down and blinked at the sight of a green cabbage. That meant...
She blushed.
"Fresh from the farm!" Jack chirped, "... I heard that you like hot milk, too. But I figured that every time I race from my farm to the library, the milk would've already cooled, and then it wouldn't be called hot milk anymore, right? So cabbage seems to be the best gift for you."
"T-Thank you..." Her cheeks glowed with red.
Never mind the piece of paper she was doodling on that got wet on the table.
"Well, uh, be sure to take a good look at the cabbage, alright?" The farmer scratched his face with his gloved hands, "Um, see you tomorrow, Maria!"
She said her bye shyly as he left the confinements of the library.
"...Wait," Maria tensed, "How did he know my name?" As far as she knew, he never asked for her name!
And earlier... He said... 'Take a good look at the cabbage'?...
In a haste, Maria unfolded the wide leaves of the cabbage, and found a piece of note slip within.
She gulped and read the note,
Dear Maria...
Wait, scratch that. That sounded really cheesy. I just want to let you know that...
I know you've been noticing me, just like how I've been doing the same.
Yours sincerely,
Jack.
P.S.: Really, do you want hot milk the next time I drop by??
The librarian fainted happily with her heart fluttering.
End.