Molly was so elegant, it wasn’t your fault you were enamoured with her. The only problem, she was with Dutch. Plus, you were very far from elegant.

You were walking in camp, muttering to yourself when you walked right into a table — winding yourself. But the worst part, you heard giggles behind you.

Turning, you saw Molly. She was approaching you, a gentle hand soon landing on your shoulder. “Are ye alright? Maybe ye shouldn’t spend so much time in yer head.” She said so softly…so sweetly.