...get distracted by the melons

Sarah squeezed the melon and shook it. She thumped it with her finger nail and then sighed out loud. “How the Hell do you really know when the damned things are ripe?” she muttered to herself.

"Scratch the spot where the stem was and sniff it,” the male voice said.

Sarah turned around to see who was speaking to her. He was tall, a little over six feet she guessed, and was wearing jeans and a faded T-shirt with a picture of some random gravity on it. “Do you work here?” she asked the stranger. She had to look up, since she only stood a little over five feet tall, even with her two inch pumps.

He smiled down at her. “No, ma’am.” he answered easily. “I just know melons. And I know when they're ripe and delicious," he said with a sly grin. He took the one she was holding and scratched at it, holding it up to his nose and shook his head. “Smell that,” he handed it back to her and reached into the bin for another. While she sniffed the first melon, he scratched the new one and smiled. “That’s better.” He handed Sarah this one and took back the first, tossing it back with the others. “See the difference?” he looked at her expectantly.

Sarah smelled the second melon. “This one smells sweeter than the first.” She stated.

He leaned slightly forward toward her neck, brushed a blonde strand away from her face, and sniffed obscenely. He looked deep into her eyes and snapped his finger once. Then he winked at her: “Yep.” The man nodded. “That’s the smell of a ripe one.”

She blushed, then adjusted her blonde hair a bit and tilted her head to the side, almost as if she wanted to flirt. She lowered her gaze and winked at him shyly: 'It's so nice to have such a clever man around,” she purred in a high voice.

Sarah set the melon in her shopping cart. “Well thank you for the lesson, mister?”

“John.” he told her. “My name is John.”

“Well thanks you very much for the lesson, John.” She smiled at him and was about to push her cart past him when she felt herself drawn to his eyes. They were blue. They were blue and deep, and as she looked into them, Sarah could almost feel herself falling into them. She stood motionless, staring into those eyes.

“You here alone?” John asked her. He looked at her left hand. “Your family ain’t with you today?”

Sarah found herself answering without thinking. “Yes, I’m here alone. My husband is out of town and my daughter is with a friend of hers."

A smile slowly spread across John’s face. “And how long will they be out ?”

She found herself smiling back at him. “My husband left yesterday on a business trip with some of his colleague. He won’t be back for a week. My daughter, she will probably be home tomorrow night" She felt herself getting warm, her face flushed as she spoke.

“And you’re already out cruising for men, huh?” his smile turned into a leer.

She quickly answered him. “Oh no! I would never cheat on Jim!” She was blushing as she spoke.

“You’re out cruising for men.” he repeated. Her face went slack, losing all expression.

“No,” she said again, weakly. “No I’m not.”

“You’re out cruising for men,” John said again forcefully, taking her chin in his hand. “And you’ve found one.”