Chasing After Mists

Not the First

Normally, I'd have the person I'm pursuing memorised down to the schedule and blood type, but unfortunately, Miss Swift does not follow a schedule and is basically a model of disorganization as there is no saying when and where she appears.

"Ah. . . yep. Well, you're kind of in luck because she's in the peach."

"Pardon?"

"Peaches part of the orchard." He placed the clipboard on the desk. "Want to go there?"

I didn't think it'd be that easy. "Sure."

I let the young boy lead the way. Sure is a talkative fella, given that in the span of three minutes, he'd already said his name was Daniel, and he helps out around here with his mom, and that Taylor Swift is a compassionate person.

Reaching the 'peachy' part of the orchard, Dan asked around where Taylor Swift was until we were directed to the apple orchard.

"Sorry, sir. Miss Taylor likes to walk around most of the time."

"That's alright," I replied. I don't even see the need for the boy to apologise, nothing is his fault. And he'd been quite accommodating since he'd volunteered to lead me to her. "Thank you for leading the way, Daniel."

He shrugged. "Eh, that's nothing. It's not my first time. Plenty of businessmen gave up easily though, she'd never sell this land."

I nodded. "Mhmm." I wouldn't either, if I were her. Given the fact that she's an environmentalist, it'd make my quest a bit more difficult. Truthfully, I'm not aiming for the entire land, I've no use for the rough terrains in the mountains. All I'm aiming for is few acres, that's it. But even then, they said even a piece is impossible for the enormous land.

The location of her land is quite interesting, near the borders of Canada and America with the ocean one side and a large commercialised city in the other. That's what I was aiming for. Maybe it's quite a drive from the city, it's the view that will eventually get people to buy. And of course, I'm not expecting average houses over here. It could be something else.

"Miss Taylor?"

"Hmm?" Taylor Swift ran her gaze to our direction, some sort of cheer glowing in her face. She was near a basket of apples with trees at the side, her holding one blood red and was seemed to be examining it before we came closer. She gave a smile.

Christ, the photographs did no justice.

"Businessdude came, said he wants to talk to you," Daniel said, and I'm most certain he'd finished it with a smile.

Taylor Swift nodded, blonde hair messed with the wind blowing on and off all day. I couldn't see many features but over and over, I'd repeat the first thing that came into my head. The photographs did no justice on Taylor Swift. A damning fortunate person, it seemed as though the heavens favoured her birth.

"I see." She walked closer, hand in her muddy coat's pocket. It must have rained earlier, given the fresh scents and the looks of the people around it. Not to mention, there are a few bits of raindrops on her hair that I've actually cared to notice.

Taylor Swift gave me a brief glance before turning to Daniel. "Thanks, Daniel. Would you like to help me get this off my hand?" She asked, pertaining to the apple she was holding.

"Cool, I'll be on my way. Thanks, Miss Taylor." He accepted the apple from her and walked away as if this had been a scene they've ran through far too many times before. If I think about it, maybe.

Then, finally, she turned to me. Only then had I seen how blue her eyes were. Funny. I thought there was something. The electricity and spark, I've seen that before.