Candy & Terry's First meeting (Episode 30)

by Eleonor

A tipsy Candy, steps out on the promenade of the Mauritania for some fresh air. A breeze blows her wrap away from her. She chases after it, then notices that someone is standing by the railing.

C.: There’s someone there… Ooooh! (She gets a blast from the past as the figure suddenly and inexplicably reminds her of … of… uhm… someone else…).

Narrator lady: Candy held her breath shocked, on board the ship that was taking her to London…

C.: A… uh…uhm… Aaron… is it you? He does looks like… uhm… hmm… uhm… Arthur… Especially when you look at him from behind! And God, what a behind!!! (she cocks her head to the side for a better look).

She slowly walks towards him, mesmerized, awestrucked... drawn to him by an invisible force.

C: (thinking) He looks like he is about to vanish at any moment… Uhm,…Arnold?... No! It’s impossible… it’s no possible… He’s taller than uh… Ashley… Oh… but he is crying…!

Candy turns to leave, but Terry turns around and sees her.

Terry: Is someone there?

Candy turns around and their eyes cross for the first time…. A flash of lightening in the background… the air gets electrified… bzzzz… tzzzz… bzzzz….tzzzz… tzzzz... all around!

C.: (after picking her jaw off the floor and trying to sound cool) Uh….yeah… I tried to talk to you but you were looking very sad and I didn’t want to disturb, so…

T.: (after picking his jaw off the floor and trying to sound amused) I was looking sad? But what kind of observation is that? I was looking sad… !

C.: (thinking) Oh my god, he is sooooooooooooo gorgeous when he is laughing! My knees will give way at any minute….

T.: What are you talking about Miss Freckles, can you tell me, eh?

That snaps Candy out of her gobsmacked state.

C.: Miss Freckles???

T.: Do you know, your face is really full of freckles, don’t you agree? And they make you look so ridiculously cute!!! Hmm… awfully cute, indeed!

C.: (angrily) How dare you say this, eh? I like my freckles!!! How rude!
T.: Oh, I see! Do you mean to say you put them there yourself?

C.: Precisely! And now I am actually trying to figure out how to put some more freckles on…!

T.: I see, I see! (He is whispering, while studying her face, his nose an inch from hers) You are right, you need some more… you seem to have put them all just on and around your nose…(he traces a finger all over her nose and around it, where all her freckles are gathered). You need some here… (he touches a spot on her left cheek) and some over here… (he touches a spot, on her right cheek) and maybe some right here too… (he traces a finger over the outline of her top lip).

C.: (heart racing and panting heavily): You… are jealous… you don’t have half a freckle on your face… it’s flawless… perfect…!

T.: And that pudgy nose of yours… it’s the cutest I have ever seen…

C.: Absolutely… yes… of course…!

T.: What…

C.: Whatever you say…

T.: I say, I…

Loosing his train of thinking, he stops talking and studies her face some more. He traces her lower lip with his thump, she moans lightly; unable to resist any longer he leans over and takes her lips in a mind blowing, earth shattering, universe rocking kiss… Another flash of lightening and an awful lot of bzzzz… tzzzz… bzzzz….tzzzz…..in the background.

George.: Miss Candy? Oh, you are here, Miss Candy!

T.: (Let’s go of her suddenly, shoots George a murdering look, then turns and leaves) Farewell, Lady Freckles!

C.: (watches him leave, devastated and still out of breath) Ah…………

G.: Miss Candy?

C.: (staring at the direction Terry went, still out of breath)……………………………

G.: Miss Candy?

C.: …………………………… What?

G.: Please don’t stay out here, it’s dangerous, you may catch a cold!

C.: Tell me George, this boy that was here…

G.: Oh so you know, Mr. Grandchester?

C.: Mr. Grandchester?

G.: Yes, he is a member of one of the most prominent noble families of England!

C.: Noble family?

G.: Why, did he do something?

C.: No… I just thought that his behind, I mean... from behind he looked very much like uh… hmm… uhm…Argus… no, Abraham…uhm (she turns and looks at George with a puzzled, questioning look)

G.: Mr Anthony?

C.: Yeah, him… Mr Andrew… (she looks at the direction Terry went again) but… uhm… uh… Adam was much more uh… more …

G.: More what?

C.: What??

G.: You were saying something…

C.: (surprised) Was I? Oh… What was I saying George?

G.: (confused) I don’t know! Well, never mind… Miss Candy, please, let’s go back to our cabins.

C.: (ecstatically) Oh George you are so clever!!! Why didn’t I think of that? Yes please, take me to his cabin at once!!!

G.: No, I said our cabins, Miss Candy…

C.: (disappointed) Oh… yes, of course… our cabins… uhm… actually, maybe I should stay here a while longer… I feel like I am in fairytale-land... I just met a God... I am on cloud nine! :heartcloud: :heartcloud: :heartcloud:

G.: Shakes his head and leaves.

Narration guy/lady: Candy was left alone, staring out into the night, thinking of her beloved… the love of her life whom she had just met… She felt content. Life was just about to get reeeeaaaaaaalyyyyy interesting!!!