"…I looked over my shoulder…Then several things happened within mere seconds, though I saw them in super slo-mo:
1. A man was standing right behind me. 2. He was holding a basket. 3. The basket contained some lovely walnuts. 4. I shrieked, because he was standing right behind me. 5. I dropped my pan. 6. Snap peas shot out in all directions.
7. Some peas landed on his working boots. 8. I looked above the boots. Jeans.
9. I looked above the jeans. Vintage Fugazi concert tee. Green flannel shirt.
10. I looked above the flannel. Two weeks’ worth of shaggy blond beard. Mmm.. Country hipster. 11. I looked above the beard. Lips. 12. I looked at the lips. 13. I looked at the lips. 14. I looked at the lips. 15. COME ON. 16. I looked above the lips. 17. I was glad I looked above the lips. 18. The eyes and the hair were a package deal, the hair was falling across his eyes in a careless way that said “Hey, girl. I’ve got peas on my shoes, but who cares, because I’ve got these eyes and this hair, and it’s pretty fucking great.” 19. The hair was the color of tabbouleh. 20. His eyes were the color of . . . 21. Pickles? 22. Green beans? 23. No. Broccoli that had been steamed for exactly sixty seconds. Vibrant. Piercing.”
Nuts , Alice Clayton