The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

The villagers were ecstatic. Once the wood was measured and paid for, the farmer dragged Ian to his house for some potato and leek soup. As it was a local and expensive delicacy, it would only be prepared to honor significant guests.

Ian had already firmly made up his mind to decline even before the offer was made.

At the farmer's approach, Ian shuddered in recollection of the incident with the Villagers' Committee and hastened his departure.

"Hey, Small Fry, where are you going? My wife has prepared a feast to thank you for your help"

Ian almost yelled in exasperation as the farmer's soil-crusted hand reached out with surprising vigor to grab his snow- white shirt.

Fortunately, a slender figure in the distance quickened her pace in Ian's direction at the commotion of his struggle.

"He has a delicate stomach, sir," the figure cried from afar. "But I'm sure he appreciates the offer"

As she spoke, she forcefully pried the farmer's fingers away from Ian's shirt.

Oh my, it's as black as soot!

Susan quickly extracted a clean handkerchief and cleaned Ian's shirt as best as she could.

The farmer must have gotten the hint as he no longer insisted on Ian's presence.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Even if you won't have lunch, at least come for my wife's pineapple tarts."

Pineapple tart?

Susan, who was feeling rather hungry, swallowed when she heard that.

harm in paying him a visit, is there? This village is known for its exceptionally sweet pineapples.

behind her, her perspiration- laced face was full

Ian raised his eyebrows.

little interest in morsels, he gave in to her

the farmer, she gratefully accepted. "We would love

am the one who should be grateful as Small Fry here has made us

farmer led the way back to his

and worn tiles, the fragrance of

smell and sight seemed to

day, she did not dare

an ulterior motive against him and cast me aside as

agreed to keep her company and showed no displeasure in doing so that the knot in her chest began to loosen. Unnoticed

the scent of freshly baked tarts informed the pair that they

"It smells amazing!"

in. "She got up especially early today for this. We are the first to bake

with him with Ian

the house's interior felt refreshingly cool due to the adobe used in

Ian's first time in a village,

village life suited him, a furry thing shot between his feet when

Thud!

stumbled backward and collided

Susan hurried over with the pineapple tart in her hand completely

"What happened?"

of rage and humiliation as he stared at the cause of