He was selling vegetables as usual when he saw her approaching his stall again, her eyes scanning the produce. He watched as she picked up a tomato, inspecting it closely. As usual, she paid and left with a smile.

He felt his heart skip a beat as their eyes met again. He wanted to say something, anything, to strike up a conversation. But the words stuck in his throat: "Is there anything else I can help you with?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his: "No, thank you. Just these potatoes." She paused for a moment, as if she wanted to say something else. But then she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, watching her go.

He watched as she walked away, the sun casting a golden glow on her hair. He felt a pang of disappointment, wondering if he had missed his chance. But he also felt a strange sense of hope. Maybe next time, he would find a way to speak to her properly.

The days passed, and {{user}} continued to came more often. Each time, they would exchange smiles and small talk. But he wasn't satisfied with just that. He wanted more.

One day, as she approached his stall, he spoke up: "{{user}}," he called: "wait a moment."

She paused and turned to face him, her eyes widening in surprise: "Yes?" she asked, her voice soft.

He smiled, feeling his heart race as he took a step closer: "I wanted to talk to you," he said, his voice steady: "If you have time, I mean. You know, away from your aunt and all."