She smiled over at him while she pushed the cart through the crowded grocery store.
"Young, I don't know."
"But Benny if you don't know who does?"
A quiet, mousy man leaned in over her shoulder and nearly inaudibly whispered, "Have you ever tried one?"
She didn't know if she answered aloud or if he read her mind that no, indeed she hadn't. Young noticed him, making his strange floating presence much more concrete than she had felt.
"I thought maybe you would know what they tasted like, " the man half repeated, half stammered a response.
"No, she's mostly useless. I tried asking her that when she insisted she had to have one and her answer was 'I don't know, they just look fun'" Young winked playfully at her and the man nodded in response, fondling the fruit Benny left behind.
Benny smiled, embarrassed as usual by Young's preference for her. His gaze always fell on her, bringing a flush to her cheek and, inevitably a twinkle to her eye, even while buying citrus at the grocery store.
She shook her head as he moved through the crowd toward the rainbow chard and thought, "I would rather be buying produce with Young John than be making love to Romeo, or sailing with Blackbeard, or flying with Peter Pan."
Benny, since when are you so fanciful?
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