My Handsome Cobbler - Open

She walked, daintily, skirt fluffed up and brushing the ground, as was the approved fashion.  Her hat was tilted low on her hair, only painted lips visible. Her heels clicked against the cobbles, and she turned a corner, white gloves gathering dirt as she brushed her fingers against the wall.

Suddenly, a young man tugged her inside a shop.

She gasped in surprise, but then noticed who her captor was.

"Andre!" gasped she. "Why, you gave me such a fright!"

"Tsk, tsk," said Andre, a smile wide upon his pale lips. "Is that the way to greet your handsome cobbler?"

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