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.