Rose and Jasmine, King and Queen
So the bold Rose has her way with Ambergris, and afterwards she decides that he is a bit over the top, egocentric and not really her type. (I can hardly believe this, it sounds as if Rose is being shallow, not in her nature, until now). After a few early morning coffees with Ambergris she found him over powering, you know, one of those types which one can only take in *very* small doses.
Now if nothing else, over the last few weeks Rose has discovered that her favourite type of ice cream is Vanilla.
Rose was contemplating buying herself an ice cream one evening as she walked back to her small apartment by the canals. She was thinking, maybe it's too late in the day to be eating ice cream. Then she was scolding herself for being so rigid. Spontaneity, that's what she wanted more of, and she would start by buying herself an ice cream on a Friday evening if she wanted to (as if having her way with Ambergis doesn't count as spontaneous).
So she started heading across the bridge towards the corner where she had seen the little ice cream stand earlier in the day. As she walked along, she could feel the warm breeze of the summer evening creeping up around her stockinged legs and under her skirt. Rose smiled a little to herself and then stopped as she noticed a man had begun walking in step beside her. He was tall, and well dressed. He wore a long light coloured cashmere overcoat. Rose discreetly looked down at his shoes, as was her habit since she was a teenager, her Mother said to her once that "a lot can be told from a mans' shoes". His shoes were light brown moccasins that looked handmade and very soft. They didn't make a sound as he stepped along beside her. Rose was approaching the corner where the Ice cream stand should have been and realised then, that the owner would have packed up and gone home some hours ago.
Rose stopped walking and felt a little awkward, not knowing which way to turn. The man (a total stranger) also stood, they looked at each other, "the ice cream stand is gone" they both said in unison. They laughed out loud and Rose suddenly felt like a child.
The man looked at his watch (Rose looked at his watch too and she noticed it was a very expensive looking timepiece). "There is a lovely place up the street, I don't know if they have ice cream but they do a very nice rib roast" The man said, his voice was deep and hypnotic. He smiled, his eyes smiled, and Rose accepted his invitation. He offered her his arm as a gentleman would, she took it and once again they began to walk in step together, and the sun went down.
The man's name was Jasmine and in the restaurant and afterwards as they walked together Rose was overcome with the sense of familiarity she felt with this man whom she had only just met. When she walked with him, she felt a sense of rhythm and harmony. When he spoke and then she spoke it was as if their words floated together on a song to the sky. When they laughed together it seemed as though an entire symphony opened up in the heavens and played an angels tune.
Rose and Jasmine spent many an evening together after that, walking along the canals, visiting beautiful restaurants and galleries, listening to Mozart in Jasmines penthouse apartment.
Wherever they went and whatever they did, it always felt to Rose as though they were royalty. As though he was King and she was Queen.
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