Love at the first sight 😍

Previously

…“I would be absolutely delighted, Bea,” he said, his voice clear and steady. “And I promise, I’ll try my very best to keep my feet on the ground. Although, no guarantees against rogue watermelons, of course.” Bea laughed, a genuine, heartfelt sound that echoed the melody of his own burgeoning hope. As they walked away from the scene of his latest disaster, a small, knitted object clutched in his hand, Art Pumble knew, with a certainty that defied all logic and his own extensive history of failure, that this was more than just a first impression. This was a spectacle, yes, but it was also, quite possibly, the beginning of everything.