Twisted

Rose pov

“ gotcha’ asher said, passing a cocky wink at me,

“ well congratulation ma’am, for your third attempt you get a rattle” he said unhanging some traditional rattles from the set hung meticulously on the gift board.

“ there you go”

“ well, I would have loved you getting some other instrument before we go , but it would be incomplete, if we don't visit the store first,” Asher said smiling widely as he takes my hands, taking me off guard, he ran towards the stores, “ hey hold on!” .

For a moment, it felt like we were five again, running in a market square hand in hand, laughing at the top of our voice, as we surfed through the busy crowd.

“ come see the weavers ” he said, we come to a halt when i start seeing different color of scarfs, hung in different stores, “ here's the weaver lane, back home, mom always got one of this anytime she visited anna and i” he said running his hands on a weaved fabric.