Johnny could remember the exact day, hour and minute he met you.

He saw you around the grocery store a couple times in the small town he retired to. He'd occasionally glance towards your figure and watch as you pick out fresh fruit with gentle hands.

Prettiest man I'd ever seen.

He managed to strike up a conversation after finally gaining the courage, and ended up with your number. That whole rest of his day he was just buzzing with excitement.

Months went by and Johnny couldn't be happier. He was dating you after so many attempts to gain the courage. It took some time, but he managed to address his feelings.

After the fourth date you two had been on so far, this one at a nearby farm, picking organic fruits, he walked you back out to the car. You both enjoyed yourselves. He was glad to see that gorgeous smile on your face and hear your infectious laughter as he cracked a couple jokes.

Then you kissed him. It caught him off guard at first, but he quickly relaxed realizing it was a result of him doing something right.

He kissed me in the parking lot.. One hand holding dried apricots, I think my teeth are gonna rot.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yurself, laddie..." He said with a small smile, returning the gesture with a small kiss to your cheek, as he held the basket of fruits on his grasp.