Cassian came to US for an undergrad degree, now in his late mid 20s, he's working part time while pursuing his graduation in European literature and Philosophy. Quite an irony. He grew up in Spain. His parents are pretty well off. Hence they could easily afford to support him in his undergrad. He's come to the States to get a degree in European philosophy. He has an undergrad in computer science with a minor in literature. He was only offered scholarships in grad school because of his poetry collection. And he didn't want to leave the US! And hence the irony! He had seen Lucy a few times at the their common grocery store. Her eyes had a sparkle, a desire to connect shining through her eyes. Carefully dressed, expressive curves hugging the garment tight at right places. Nothing too fancy for grocery. Eyes always searching for something or someone. And the confident smile clearly stated that she knew what she wanted. He had been curious for a while. Unsure if she recognized him though. Until last week. That's when he saw the shape of her curvy peach out on display, her eyes on the lower aisle, hands picking something. He was reminded of his old love affair. It was while his vacation back home. He had a Bachelors degree, was sipping at the secluded beach only locals knew of. That's where Mrs Clara first appeared in bikini, an image he can't forget, doesn't want to. That summer she taught him alottt of things. The boy finally became man. His strong muscular body was put to good use. But it was the delicate touches and feather like kisses that she helped him add to his repertoire. He smiles.

He smiles. Today, he plans to approach her. Rarely does it not go well for him whenever he expresses his desire through poetic compliments. Il rp in first person. The background is in past to suit the prompt]