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Authors: Gina Keliher
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look exactly the same as when I woke up!
I’ve so far counted eighteen potential accidents from women looking at Stefan and not the road. One of them looked about ninety years old and I’m still concerned we should turn around. I think she may have had a heart attack.
“So I was thinking of jewellery. Not something mad and expensive, just something personal.” We’ve parked and we’re just window shopping at the moment. Stefan is trying to look casual but I can see he’s really trying to find the perfect gift. He’s strong, good looking, funny and sensitive too.
“So let’s go see what they have.”
An older gentleman approaches us as we walk in the jewellery store. “Can I help you with something?”
“Yes please, we’re looking for something personal for a friend of ours. We don’t want a pen or diamond rings; we were hoping you could inspire us?” Stefan asks.
“I’ll certainly try. Come over here and I’ll show you some of the newer items.” He leads us to a corner and he steps behind the counter. “What is selling ever so well at the moment are lockets. If it was from the two of you it would fit a picture of both.”
“A locket for Poppet,” Stefan giggles to me, “I don’t think that’s her style.”
“We also have the most beautiful charm bracelets. Look at this one with different flowers to collect.”
One of the flowers is a Poppy! Is this gentleman pulling our legs? Stefan looks like he’s going to burst into laughter any second.
“Pocket watches are very on trend right now too.”
“A poppy pocket locket,” Snorts Stefan, “I love it.”
That’s it, the two of us are laughing so hard it hurts. I’m trying to stop but every time I think I have it under control Stefan says “poppy pocket locket” again and I start crying laughing. We must look like a couple of lunatics.
The gentleman that is trying so hard to help us coughs into his hand to try and interrupt us.
More to appease the gentleman than anything, we asked to see bracelets and that’s when we find it. Poppy’s birthstone is Pearl and there is a magnificent double strand pearl bracelet interspersed with diamonds. It’s delicate and exquisite and Stefan’s eyes light up.
“That’s the one.”
“This bracelet is one thousand, seven hundred and ninety nine pounds. We do have a similar style….” The gentleman starts.
“No that’s the one.” Stefan smiles at the gentleman. I suppose we do look a little young to be spending so much. “That’s the one.”
“She’ll love it.” I squeeze his hand and smile at him. “Not mad and expensive at all.
He smiles the ‘what can you do smile?’ “I know.”
We’re having lunch back in the little café in Wimbledon . I still don’t have the perfect gift. Every 10 minutes Stefan looks at the bracelet, nods and puts it back in the bag. What on earth am I supposed to buy her? I keep going back to the poppy pocket locket and giggling. I think it will be a while before that one wears thin.
I did at least get a card and Stefan is struggling over what to write in his. “By her who in June was born; No gem save pearls shall be worn; they will ensure her constancy; True friendship and fidelity.” He relates.
I look up. “Wow Stefan, that’s beautiful.”
He winks at me and writes: Hope you love the gift. It was this or a poppy pocket locket☺
“Chicken!” I laugh.
Stefan licks the envelope and seals it. “So,” he says, placing the card in front of him, “have you heard from Jason?”
“Not yet!” I try to sound light but it has been eating away at me.
Stefan nods, “I didn’t think so.”
“What does that mean?”
“ Alice , hun, you’ve been checking your phone every other minute all day.”
“Have I?” Did I?
“Yup.”
Damn.
“Isn’t your date supposed to be tomorrow night?”
I nod, then do that ‘oh well’ shrug. I’m pretending it doesn’t bother me.
“I know it bothers you,” I need to work on my
I’ve so far counted eighteen potential accidents from women looking at Stefan and not the road. One of them looked about ninety years old and I’m still concerned we should turn around. I think she may have had a heart attack.
“So I was thinking of jewellery. Not something mad and expensive, just something personal.” We’ve parked and we’re just window shopping at the moment. Stefan is trying to look casual but I can see he’s really trying to find the perfect gift. He’s strong, good looking, funny and sensitive too.
“So let’s go see what they have.”
An older gentleman approaches us as we walk in the jewellery store. “Can I help you with something?”
“Yes please, we’re looking for something personal for a friend of ours. We don’t want a pen or diamond rings; we were hoping you could inspire us?” Stefan asks.
“I’ll certainly try. Come over here and I’ll show you some of the newer items.” He leads us to a corner and he steps behind the counter. “What is selling ever so well at the moment are lockets. If it was from the two of you it would fit a picture of both.”
“A locket for Poppet,” Stefan giggles to me, “I don’t think that’s her style.”
“We also have the most beautiful charm bracelets. Look at this one with different flowers to collect.”
One of the flowers is a Poppy! Is this gentleman pulling our legs? Stefan looks like he’s going to burst into laughter any second.
“Pocket watches are very on trend right now too.”
“A poppy pocket locket,” Snorts Stefan, “I love it.”
That’s it, the two of us are laughing so hard it hurts. I’m trying to stop but every time I think I have it under control Stefan says “poppy pocket locket” again and I start crying laughing. We must look like a couple of lunatics.
The gentleman that is trying so hard to help us coughs into his hand to try and interrupt us.
More to appease the gentleman than anything, we asked to see bracelets and that’s when we find it. Poppy’s birthstone is Pearl and there is a magnificent double strand pearl bracelet interspersed with diamonds. It’s delicate and exquisite and Stefan’s eyes light up.
“That’s the one.”
“This bracelet is one thousand, seven hundred and ninety nine pounds. We do have a similar style….” The gentleman starts.
“No that’s the one.” Stefan smiles at the gentleman. I suppose we do look a little young to be spending so much. “That’s the one.”
“She’ll love it.” I squeeze his hand and smile at him. “Not mad and expensive at all.
He smiles the ‘what can you do smile?’ “I know.”
We’re having lunch back in the little café in Wimbledon . I still don’t have the perfect gift. Every 10 minutes Stefan looks at the bracelet, nods and puts it back in the bag. What on earth am I supposed to buy her? I keep going back to the poppy pocket locket and giggling. I think it will be a while before that one wears thin.
I did at least get a card and Stefan is struggling over what to write in his. “By her who in June was born; No gem save pearls shall be worn; they will ensure her constancy; True friendship and fidelity.” He relates.
I look up. “Wow Stefan, that’s beautiful.”
He winks at me and writes: Hope you love the gift. It was this or a poppy pocket locket☺
“Chicken!” I laugh.
Stefan licks the envelope and seals it. “So,” he says, placing the card in front of him, “have you heard from Jason?”
“Not yet!” I try to sound light but it has been eating away at me.
Stefan nods, “I didn’t think so.”
“What does that mean?”
“ Alice , hun, you’ve been checking your phone every other minute all day.”
“Have I?” Did I?
“Yup.”
Damn.
“Isn’t your date supposed to be tomorrow night?”
I nod, then do that ‘oh well’ shrug. I’m pretending it doesn’t bother me.
“I know it bothers you,” I need to work on my
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