Candy fearfully pressed her hands against her cheeks, but Neil didn't seem to suffer heavily as he kept on laughing as he picked himself up. When he straightened out his jacket something white spinning gently around fell down the pavement. It was a handkerchief.

Miss White's sharp eyes read embroidered letters on the handkerchief: "Candice White".

"This handkerchief is mine!" Candy bent over quickly and picked the finding. "Where did you get it?"

Neil dashed to the girl and tried to snatch the handkerchief from her hands, but she held it tightly:

"Give it to me! It's mine, you gave it to me yourself!"

Everyone has such dear little things which he keeps and saves not knowing the reason for it, and the less precious a thing is the dearer it is to his heart.

Having got some knickknack from his sweetheart he takes it for a lucky charm, almost a living being, his love partaker. At first, Neil kept the handkerchief that Candy had used to tie up his hand on his table, but since Elisa took it away, he started to carry it around as soon as he had found it.

The young man took good care to always have the handkerchief around being afraid that somebody can wipe it out, or throw it away, after all Candy was so nice and tender to him that day… Moreover he had nothing else from his sweetheart… Having guarded his lucky charm for all three years, taking it from one suit to the other so that the servant would not carry it away with the laundry, Neil started to treat the handkerchief still more dearly, taking into account all his efforts for its' saving.

"Yours?!" frowned Candy, glaring at him defiantly. "Read the embroidery - "Candice White"! Give it away, I don't want you to have my things!"

The girl wrested the handkerchief, delicate fabric gave in, a zip sounded… Candy and Neil stood holding two parts of the unlucky fabric.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Neil wailed like a wounded boar. "You jerk! Beast! You've torn it! Torn to pieces!"

Candy moved back frightened, and accidental passers-by tried to keep away from them. She was not resisting any more when Legan wrested the second part from her hands.

His hands shook as he tried to put two parts of the torn handkerchief together.

"Look… You cannot restore it… It's torn, completely torn…"

Neil gazed from under his eyebrows hatefully.

"You've done it on purpose. You've taken revenge on me, haven't you? Revenge…" he said in measured tones.

Candy started to come around. This situation could have been funny if it wasn't for Legan's reaction. She replied peacefully:

"It's only a handkerchief… By the way, it's mine. And you're likely to have a whole bunch of them…"

He has already recovered his temper and stepped back to give way to passers-by. Having scanned Candy's face Neil realized that she has not understood what the handkerchief was, so he felt still worse.

"It was a special one… Still, who cares…"

He turned away, put the torn parts to his pocket and strolled ahead slowly.

The setting sun gently heated their cheeks, and in fact it was a nice evening.

"There! She doesn't remember! Nothing…" Neil kicked one stone, then the other.

"Wait, Neil!" her clear voice sounded and her warm hand touched his shoulder. He turned back.

"Let me sew it."

"How can you sew it?"

"I have a needle and thread along, I can repair it."

"But it won't be the same!"

She suddenly laughed – all at once, he started looking like a little boy, and Candy began to persuade Neil like a child:

"I will make it unremarkable, you'll see for yourself."

…They were sitting on a bench in the park and Candy sticking out her tongue from time to time doing her best was sewing the unfortunate or maybe fortunate handkerchief. Neil was sitting next to her and watching her sewing almost with veneration.

"Voila!" The girl demonstrated the handkerchief to Legan. He meticulously looked at the fine stiches which were almost invisible and tried the seam for stiffness.

"Perfect!" Neil smiled so joyfully that Candy could not resist smiling back. "Thank you!"

Candy was again nice to him and he lost his head. He knew how to act when she was angry, when she offended him, but when she was nice and tender like this he was helpless. It was a perfect chance to kiss her, but Neil was afraid to do so at the moment, because he did not want to break this happiness when she was friendly to him again. Her one word was enough for him to fulfil her request, if only she knew the power she had in her pretty hands over him!

"You want me… to give you… my handkerchief as well… " He asked feeling his cheeks burning from strange confusion like that day when he asked his servant how to treat a sweetheart.

The girl raised her fine eyebrows.

"Why?"

"You don't want me to have your things… And me, I strongly want you to have something belonging to me. For you to remember me at a moment you take this thing to your hands."

She burst out laughing.

"I won't forget you anyway, Neil! Then OK, give it to me," she smiled.

Neil took out his handkerchief of expensive fabric with exquisitely embroidered initials.

"D. Legan," Candy read out and asked, "Why "D"?"

"Because it's "Daniel"."

There now, she had completely forgotten. Daniel – what a beautiful name he had! The girl lost control and said "beautiful name" aloud.

"Thank you!"

Candy felt embarrassed and it was again a perfect moment to kiss her, but as if knowing his intentions, the girl stood up.

"Good-bye, Neil!"

"I'll see you off!"

"Don't worry, I can go myself, " miss White ran away so quickly that it almost looked like escape. At first Neil ran after her, but then he stopped, and following her with his eyes he smiled to himself. "She said I have a beautiful name", he thought…