Ashton watches the young woman curiously, waiting for her to make any sort of comment. He had apologized for nearly running her over and she simply stood there. One look at her slightly embarrassed features told him that she was embarrassed by their meeting. It was almost as if she had been expecting some other sort of outcome. The way her body tensed, waiting for a blow that would never come. It took her some time before she finally found the confidence to relax a little in his presence.
He asks about her coffee, not wanting to have harmed her own items with his large, broad physique. He wasn't the tallest, heaviest guy around, but he was a little on the hefty side. She finally speaks, telling him that her coffee is perfectly find and he feels himself sighing in silent relief.
She mentions that she prefers the local market not far and he smiles. Yes. He knows that market well. "That's where I go every Thursday. I much prefer the locally grown vegetables." Ashton is a man of routine. He does mostly the same thing every week â€" wake up, run, shower, run his errands, look for a job, cook dinner, and then relax on his patio watching the sunset. It was a rather boring life, but it was his.
But what comes next out of her mouth is anything but surprising. She is not the first person to comment on his accent and she would definitely not be the last. He simply offers her a smile and a gentle nod. "Yes ma'am, I am. I've only been here a couple of weeks." The move to Sacrosanct had been difficult, to say the least. Leaving his family's cattle farm in search of something bigger had taken a leap of faith. He hadn't come to this decision lightly. He had prayed to God for direction...and he was still waiting for his response. But he would wait patiently. If he knew only one thing, it was that God offered his guidance in his own perfect timing â€" not Ashton's.
Watching the woman in front of him was entertaining. Already he could tell that she was not one to ever hide her emotions, laying them out on her sleeve for all to see. The way her eyes grew large with surprise caused him to chuckle lightly â€" not in a way to make her think that he was making fun of her, but in a light, jovial way in the hopes that he could make her feel a little better.
Ellie. Her name reverberated in his brain, working hard to associate the name with the woman standing before him. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ellie. My name is Ashton Doss, but you can call me Ashton." His voice is light as he offers his own name, happy that a proper introduction is finally taking place. "I am terrible at names, so do forgive me if you have to remind me the next time we meet." He did not want her to think that he was being rude if he asked for her name again. The best thing he could do was to just inform her of what would happen should they meet again.
But with introductions completed, he looked down at her coffee. "May I ask what you ordered? It looks mighty fine." He had never been one to get flavored coffee â€" iced or otherwise. He had grown up drinking black coffee, perhaps that's why he never drank it outside of the morning. It simply did not offer him any sort of pleasure, only a jolt to his step to start his morning.