And an assistant patissier said
—
The taste was
unfamiliar,
most assuredly.
—
The cream felt
by the corners of her lips,
as her clumsy hands
tried to catch it.
—
Always elusive
her hazelnut eyes
were stuck on a smile
tasting sweet fruit,
thoroughly candied.
—
The dimples of her cheeks
raised high, puffed
as pastries
maculated by strawberries.
—
But they were only the first
of the many sweet treats
she would savor that morning:
for he had set eyes
where the rest of the filling
had fallen.
