call+her+back+over

You can't help yourself. Just watching her walk away stirred something in you, something that was undeniable. Biting your lip for a second, you try to think of some grandiloqous speech that would knock the beauty off her feet, but coming up with nothing, you just blurt out whatever's on your mind.

"Meet me tonight. Please, I just want to see you again..." You cringe at how disgustingly desperate you sound, but there's no fixing it. The princess pauses for a second, though she doesn't look back, and finally she just keeps walking, hopping back into her now-dented car and driving off back to her lavish life in the palace.

Dejected and alone, you sigh, mounting your donkey and returning back home with an empty cart. All of your soybeans had been damaged in the stumble, and with nothing left to do, you merely wait for that night, just to see if Svetlana would show up. In the dark blanket of the night, you sneak out to see the Princess. You're on the same path you were on earlier that day, as evident from the chips of red paint littering the ground from her car. You sit there, cupping your chin with your hands as you search blindly for a golden halo of hair, those brown eyes. Still, you see nothing, and after an hour of waiting, you stand. Dusting off your ever-dirty pants, you start to shuffle home, inwardly cursing yourself for ever even thinking that she'd be interested in you.

"Farm Boy..."

Looking over your shoulder in shock, you see Svetlana in all her beauty, standing in the middle of that path in a floaty white nightgown. You can't help but think that she looks like an angel, and looking up at the sky, you silently thank the powers that be for sending her down to you. She looks a little sheepish, and sighing, she mutters, "Listen, I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier today, It was a really long day, and I guess I just snapped. I acted like a real-"

"Don't worry about it. I'm not insulted." Shaking your head softly, you walk closer to her staring deep into her chestnut eyes as you try to think of something, anything, to say. It seems she's in the same predicament, as you see the utterly confused expression on her face. You don't realize that both of you are leaning in closer until you feel an odd pressure on your lips, and that's when it hits you.

She likes you, too.

There you sit, a princess and a soybean farmer, kissing in the moonlight. It's odd, unbelievable even, but in that moment everything in the world is perfect and makes perfect sense. Pulling away from her you look down in shock, and she seems to be mirroring your expression. Still, as your eyes meet, she gives you a hesitant smile, and smiling back at her, you know all is well...

Fin.