Time Travel and a Cheese Grater, yes?
My wonderful lovely whumpster….
Those are objects, my love. I need people lol.
Oh! I could do a time traveller and a cheese maker?
I know fuck all about history but I do know that Applewood smoked cheese is the best fucking cheese - I will fight anyone on this.
The first time she enters his shop, she smiled at him as she’s seen him before. He knows for certain if he’d ever crossed paths with such a woman, he’d never forget it. She looks simply out of this world, yet she enters his shop as if they were old friends.
“Good Morning, milady. How can i be of service?”
“i was hoping you had something… smoky.”
He’s been crafting a particular cheese for a while now. A mature applewood smoked cheddar that’s become his personal pride and joy.
He offers her a sample and she smiles as she tastes it. Nodding in approval and causing him to blush furiously at her pleasure in the cheese.
“And how much would that be…”
“Killian. Killian Jones at your service, miss. And that’s Half a shilling if you please.”
“Killian. Right. I’m Emma.”
Her accent tells him she’s most likely travelling from the American lands. She hands him the coin and takes the cheese, smiling and bidding him farewell, leaving him an awestruck mess.
She’s definitely otherworldly.
The second time she enters his shop, she looks somewhat younger. She’s guarded, reluctant to speak. He offers her a sample of the Applewood cheddar and she takes the same as before. There’s no smile or farewell when she leaves this time.
She’s a strange woman yet she fascinates him all the same.
She visits again and again over the next six months. Each time she’s rapidly different. Softer, harsher, lighter, guarded, sad, happy, flirtatious, sorrowful.
Killian finds himself becoming enamoured with the beautiful blonde ray of sunshine with the strange clothing. Each time she shows up he gifts her with the Applewood Cheddar and each time he falls just a little bit more for the mysterious miss Emma.
“You always seem to have plenty of this.”
“I make it for you especially, Miss Emma.” he admits one day. Her blush is burned into his memory and his heart soars.
It’s late October when she turns up again. His smile lights up his whole face at her appearance. His step lighter and his voice merry with excitement. She smiles softly at his mood.
He gifts her her regular order and suddenly becomes nervous. He swore to himself that he’d pluck up the courage to ask her if she would like to accompany him one afternoon to the park, and now the moment was here he was stuttering.
“Miss Emma. Pardon the forwardness of my query but, i was wondering, if you’d be interested in accompanying me on a stroll tomorrow afternoon?”
She gives him a sad smile as her eyes turn watery.
“I can’t, Killian. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s quite alright. I understand. Please, forgive my boldness.” he tries to reassure her, biting back the sting of rejection.
She leaves soon after, and his day grows that bit darker.
He doesn’t see her after that day.
Christmas turns to Easter and yet Killian still makes the cheese, hoping she’ll return, forgive him, change her mind, forget about his foolish request.
But she never does.
It’s five years later when the bell to the shop door jingles. It’s nearing 5 o clock and he’s soon to be closing but the person who’s entered his shop has him freezing in his tracks.
He almost doesn’t recognise her.
She’s older. Far older than she should be. Her hair whiter, skin more frail, littered with decades of stories and memories alike. But those bright greet eyes are unmistakable.
“I shouldn’t be here.” she tells him, moving closer to the counter. “But I had to come back and see you one last time.”
“I don’t understand.”
She turns to the shelf and smiles.
“You still make it.”
“I never stopped. I held hope that you’d come back again and forgive me.”
Her hand reaches out to stroke his cheek.
“There’s nothing to forgive, killian. Just regret. Regret for time. In another world and another place, i would have been with the man I fell in love with.”
Her words confuse him but the way she looks into his eyes has his heart pounding.
She leans forward and places a sweet kiss on his cheek.
Without another word, she turns and leaves. Killian moves with haste around the counter and out the door, hoping to see where she’s headed but she’s nowhere to be seen.
He never sees her again. But he never forgets her either.
The mysterious Miss Emma.