"Oof!"
"Ahh!"
Vonfrood found himself on the sidewalk, surrounding him were random cans of food, a loose orange and cans of soda that tore themselves from the plastic that kept them together.
Who did he just run into?
He turned his head to see a woman. He recognized her as a staff at the elementary school. Mrs. Finkle. Her grocery bag tore during her fall and more groceries spilled around her. Luckily, her carton of juice was still intact, if not dented from being dropped.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, madam!" He said as he got up and offered a hand to the woman.
As Mrs. Finkle reached her hand up to be helped to her feet, he asked, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, thank you." She brought herself up. She began picking up her items.
"Please, permit me." He said.
As Vonfrood bent down to pick up Mrs. Finkle's groceries, he noticed her eyes. They were as blue as the sky, and matched her fur tone. The sunshine really did a number on her eyes, for in the light, they glittered like aquamarine diamonds.
He noticed her dress, but caught himself when he realized he was staring at her bosom.
Her blue hair was in a tight bun, revealing her elegant, swan like neck.
Thin frames of her glasses adorned her button nose.
A plain white face mask covered her mouth, but he still felt his heart race.
Yes, he's seen her before, but this was the first time he's ever been this close to her and actually SEEN her, up close and personal.
Vonfrood felt himself blush. His hands trembled.
"Mrs. Finkle, you look ravishing this evening."
That caught Mrs. Finkle by surprise.
"Mr. Vonfrood?"
"Please, call me Vincent." He said, handing her back her items.
"You know the social distancing rule is 6 feet apart." She said, picking up a can of green beans.
She couldn't see his mouth behind his face mask, but his mouth was getting dry.
'Just pretend you're at a meeting.' He told himself. 'Pretend this is a client or a business woman.'
"Mrs. Finkle, may I ask where Mr. Finkle is?"
Mrs. Finkle was surprised that someone cared about her personal life.
"There's no Mr. Finkle, he passed away when a building collapsed on him when our 'heroic' mayor tried to tell us that our world was a speck on a flower." She used her fingers in a quotation gesture. She made a face that looked like she smelled something bad.
Vonfrood stiffened up.
He was the cause of those collapses. If he hadn't called the mayor such derogatory terms, or convinced the town that the Who- Centennial was too important to cancel, then the town wouldn't have been damaged.
He felt obligated to help this woman.
"I do beg your pardon. Let me make it up to by treating you to dinner." He couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth.
Mrs. Finkle was surprised. She brushed a lock of hair out of her face and smiled. Vonfrood could swear that he saw a tiny of red under her blue fur, a telltale sign of a blush.
"I would be delighted, Vincent."
"Say, Friday, 7 o'clock, Mrs. Finkle?" He asked.
Mrs. Finkle picked up her shopping.
"Call me... Susan." She said.
And as she walked away, Vonfrood felt a wave of confidence wash over him.
"I just got a date." He said quietly. Then louder. "I just got a date!"
He couldn't stop himself and he ran back home, shouting. "I GOT A DATE!!!"
He realized what he was doing when someone shouted back "MY MAN!"
But he didn't care, he had to prepare for his date...with Susan.