(Amaia)
I turn my head and watch the mysterious man in the blue and black leather uniform. He is holding our candy bag in his left hand while his right hand is extended towards me carrying a blue handkerchief.
His eyes are a rich shade of cobalt blue. His face remains impassive, with no emotions detectable, as if carved from the toughest, greyest stone.
The front hair is elegantly pulled back into a half ponytail while his hands are covered in half glovelettes. A massive scythe is strapped to his back and I find myself imagining him using it.
Every detail about him stands out.
"Thank you!" I answer with gratitude and accept the handkerchief. My fingers barely brush against his gloved ones.
He stiffly nods before looking away while I wipe the mess I have made on my black shirt.
Scented, his handkerchief is scented. Warm notes of the essence of a forest it carries.
Quickly I finish my kulfi and clean myself with his handkerchief.
