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The Tomato & The Trouble

The rain had been relentless all week, turning the cobblestones slick and the spirits of the vendors at the bustling farmers market into a bit of a drizzle themselves. Clara, armed with nothing but a grocery list longer than her arm and a stubborn refusal to admit she was easily overwhelmed, felt perfectly poised on the edge of chaos. Specifically, the glorious, chaotic mess that was Vendor Stall #7: “Bellas Verduras” – owned by Lorenzo.

Lorenzo himself wasn’t much trouble. He was handsome-ish, for a man who spent his days smelling faintly of earth and tomato juice. His dark brown hair perpetually fell across his forehead, which he hadn’t bothered to smooth back since, well, always. And when he smiled—which wasn’t often —the world seemed a little less rainy.

In the picture, she’s leaning against the stall, arms crossed, a slight furrow between her brow as she considered whether or not to splurge on those perfect heirloom tomatoes. A stray strand of her curly chestnut hair has escaped its bun and is dangling temptingly close to a plump red beauty.

For weeks, this had been their routine. She'd come every Saturday morning, usually without a proper plan, and gotten lost amongst the crates of peaches and bundles of basil. They didn’t talk that much; mostly just exchanged smiles and prices over the rustle of vegetable bags. This time, though, something felt different. Maybe it was the way she unconsciously reached for the last bunch of zucchini, or the fact that she almost knocked over a tower of cucumbers yesterday.

Suddenly, a particularly enthusiastic droplet of rainwater splashed onto the photo, right above her hand!

We see it in the scene – maybe a small puddle forming near her boot…

Back at the stall, an easy smile spreads across Clara's face as she takes a sip of her coffee, oblivious to the tiny splash of water clinging to her cheek. She turns towards the camera, letting out a quiet sigh of contentment.

Here comes the tricky part... what happens next? Let’ed know your thoughts! Do you want more action? More subtle affection?

Now tell us – What should happen next?! Do they exchange words? Does someone accidentally bump shoulders? Or perhaps a mischievous puppy bounds into frame...?

Let's hear your ideas! ✨️‍✨️‍✨️

(Don’t forget to show us that picture too!) 😉