“Sure, I would be so proud to make a quilt like this.”
Asher picks up a wedding ring quilt that is done in pinks and yellows.
“That’s really neat, Asher. I’d never guess that you would like quilting.”
“There’s a lot of neat things about me. You’ve just got to get to know me.”
We walk around the other booths selling quilts and Asher falls in love with a pinwheel quilt and I find a classic patchwork that has all my favorite colors.
“This is beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask Asher.
He takes the quilt from me and looks carefully at the stitching.
“Look, this one is definitely hand made. The stitches are a bit crooked here and there.”
“Adds to its charm don’t you think?”
“It does. I want to buy this for you.”
“Oh Asher, I can’t let you do that.”
“No really, this quilt is something to remind you of the good time we are having at the Farmer’s Market.”
“I can’t let you do this. This quilt is so expensive.”
Asher takes the quilt from me and presents it to the lady who is in charge of the booth. I cannot believe that he is going to buy me a quilt. He is a really decent guy and so easy to be with. I cannot help but think about what it would be like to be with someone like him.
Asher is so good looking with his green eyes and farmer’s tan. He is tall and lean in the best way. Plus, more importantly, he has a good heart. I cannot imagine that Asher would hurt a fly.
I would love to be with someone like Asher for the long run. But this is not a normal situation. I am just playing along with my dad’s scheme. I have no intention of actually falling for anyone.
Asher comes back with the patchwork quilt in a bag. He hands the bag to me.
“You are now the owner of an authentic country quilt. Use it in good health.”
I take the bag from Asher and hug it.
“You really didn’t have to do this, Asher.”
“I couldn’t help but want to buy this quilt for you. Did you know your eyes lit up when you saw this quilt?”
I give Asher a hug and a quick peck on the cheek.
“Thank you so much Asher. This has been the best day.”
“I’m glad you are enjoying yourself.”
“I can’t wait to put this quilt on my bed.”
“I bet it looks perfect.”
“You’ll just have to come by and see for yourself.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Could be,” I give Asher my most flirtatious grin.
This was the best afternoon I have spent in an exceptionally long time. I grab Asher’s hand and he takes it and squeezes it. I could get used to afternoons like this.