It was a cold winters day in December and I had been working very hard all day
at my Family's Little London Inn Cafe. Our family ran this small cafe and it
was our source of income. We baked the best breads and cakes all over London!
(and had the warmest rooms of any Inn. Our family lived up stairs on the top
floor which was the third floor. The second floor was for the Inn and the
bottom was for the cafe.
One evening, it was storming outside and I was to work all night in the cafe
serving costomers who came in out of the cold. Then he came in. A tall
handsome man, wrapped up in a thick jacket and large boots. He walked over to
a table in the corner and sat himself down. When I came over to ask if he
wanted anything, he began to cough harshly. Then I knew he was sick.
"Are you all right?" I asked with worry, placing my hand on his broad
shoulder. He felt my touch and looked up at me. His eyes were red from fever
and his skin was pale as the snow."Oh, sir, you don't look good. You need a
doctor. I'll take you up to one of our rooms so that you can lay down, okay?"
I began to help him up and he let me walk him upstairs to a room that had a
view of the street.
"This room will do. Let me take off that jacket." As I proceeded, he began to
shiver and cough more. Then quietly he mumbled, "Thank You," and looked into
my eyes.
I placed him in bed, taking off his boots and clothing, and covered him up
with the warm down blankets. I gave him some family medicine for fevers and
brought him some warm soup that I had made just the other night. He sipped the
soup hungerly, looking at me with every mouthful.
Once the bowl was done, I had him lay back on the pillow and I placed cold
wash cloths on his forhead to bring down the fever. His eyes began to close
slowly and he fell asleep.
I left him for the night, hoping he would recover.
~~
The next morning, I got up early to begin work again in the cafe. My mom was
already up serving some customers and ask me about that one man who came in
last night. The one who was coughing. I told her he was sick and I laid him to
bed in one of our rooms.
"You should go check on him." My mother said, looking at me with a little
smile.
"I will, I'm on my way there." I picked up a tray of food for the young man
and began to ascend the stairs to his room.
When I got there, I started to here some movement inside the room. I knocked
softly and then the man came to the door opening it slowly.
"Good morning. Is everything alright? Are you feeling better? I have brought
some food for you to eat."
He opened the door and I noticed he was not fully dressed yet. Only a pair of
pants hung losely about his waist and his chest muscles shown brightly in the
dim light.
"Oh, I'm am feeling a lot better. Would you come in?"
"Sure." I walked in and he took the try from my hands. I looked at him
carefully. "You are looking well. Alot better from last night."
"Oh, did I look that bad?"
"Very! I almost thought you weren't going to get better."
He smiled to me and I smiled back.
"Well I'm better now. Thank you." He looked at me with these sad kind eyes and
I could not help but to look back. I began to blush and a hot chill shot
through my body.
"You are welcome." He sat down the tray of food on the table and asked me to
sit down. "Oh I better not, I need to do chores and the morning is only so
long." I began to stand up and walk to the door.
"No wait!" he quickly spoke up and took my arm. I turned around and he
immediatly let go."Ahh, I....didn't catch your name?"
"Oh, it's Lynleigh."
"Lynleigh.....that is pretty, My name is John, John Smith."
"Mr. Smith, it was nice to meet you..........I'll check on you later." I shook
his hand.
"I'll still be here. Bye now."
~~
I went to my room and got dressed into some better work cloths. A pair of
pants and a working T-shirt did it for me. I loved to dress in men's clothing
because it was alot more comfortable, but was very 'unlady like'! I didn't
care what people thought and I proceeded outside to do my usual chores. I took
care of our chickens, vegetable patches, and the stables packed with all our
livestock and horses. One horse was my favorite to ride, and when I was done
with work, I rode her out onto the street for awhile. What I didn't know was
that Mr. Smith was watching me through his window as I rode along. I caught a
glimpse of him peeking through as I turned my head up, but then he
disappeared.
~~
I came back into the cafe after a couple hours and my mom asked me to go check
on Mr. Smith. She wanted me to change before I went up but I didn't.
I arrived to his door and knocked again.
"Hello? Mr. Smith?"
He opened the door and I noticed he was now fully dressed. He looked quite
handsome in his vest and pants and I couldn't help it but to smile inside with
pleasure.
"Hello." He looked at me up and down. "Do you normally dress like that?" Mr.
Smith smiled to me.
"Well, it's alot better then what I have to wear. I hope you don't mind Mr.
Smith?"
"Not at all. I kind of like it." He winked to me. "Oh, call me John, please."
"Okay John."
~~
And that is how we met. The rest is well, we fell in love........he went back
home but visited the cafe everyday......he took me out riding.....showed me
his ship.......tried to cook for me..........helped me with chores in the
morning so that we could spend the rest of the day together......etc etc
etc........He loved me so much, he fianlly asked me to marry him, hiding the
ring on top of a little cup cake. :)
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