This week's prompt is smooth so I have gone backwards and found a snippet from chapter two of my current wip.
My hero and heroine are at the Ballet. -The Nutcracker - and Rafe is returning to his seat with a box of chocolates for Samantha when he starts comparing her to the various dances of sweets in the upcoming second act.
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The next dance then. Arabian?
Coffee? She struck him as more spiky than flamboyant, but the adrenaline buzz of
caffeine? Yes that could match what he’d learned of Ms. Brown during his
discussions with her as well as his more extensive research.
Tea? He thought of the aroma of
Earle Gray and shook his head. Too ephemeral. His visit to her studio didn’t
remind him of tea.
And, as far as he was concerned
the Mirlitons Dance, representing
marzipan, or a shepherdess or flutes, according to one source of information
about the Nutcracker, didn’t begin to correspond to the artist either.
With his drink, a bottle of
sparkling cold water and the chocolates balanced in his hands, Rafael wove his
way through the stragglers and headed back to his seat while he thought about
the last two dances. Ginger, the dance
of ginger, he laughed low in his throat and ignored the curious glances cast in
his direction. Yes! Ginger, spicy, sharp, compatible with so
many other things, that was the nearest he could come up with to describe
Samantha Brown.
And what about the sugar plum
fairy and her knight? Well no matter how hard he tried, he failed to imagine
wings sprouting from her back. As for the fairy’s knight, Rafael had a sudden
desire to ask Samantha to join him for dinner after the show.
