"Oh my beautiful pearl, should this humble sweetheart reward you with this necklace?"
"Oh my strong man, if you insist."
"I am, in fact, insisting on my beloved swan."
And they continued their journey without excessive touch.
"You want that?"
"Yes, my light."
"Take it. I'm your light, I'm your husband. We are bound by oath."
"Thank you."
And the second couple moved on as well.
"Oh, my princess… please be my rose in my small garden."
"No!"
'Oh, that's harsh.'
It was flat refusal and intense. Everything around her was full of pink color and intenseness. The market gave such a vibe to her.
"What are you looking at, Olivia?"
Elizebeth snapped back from her observation. She smiled beautifully at the man beside her.
"What is interesting enough to focus on other than me?"