Once he finally managed to clean up his messes and explain to the owners about the broken jar, Lucien was relieved that things seemed to fall together so easily. The bakers weren't upset with him and actually seemed relieved that he would admit to breaking something of theirs. He withheld his encounter with the young woman, but his offer to repay the additional damages was accepted. It was a small victory, if an odd one, but Lucien was happy.
And how could he not be happy? If all the women in town were like the anonymous girl he kept seeing he was going to have a difficult time leaving. Sure the town wasn't exactly picturesque, but it had character and the sight and smell of the sea couldn't be beat. There was something about the light-haired woman that fascinated him, though, beyond the physical. She was just so kind and helpful and exactly the type of person he tended to hurt in the end. Even knowing that, she still drew him in.
He spent the rest of his evening fussing over his clothes by the fire, trying to get every little thread of them dry again. Their few moments in the shop kept rising to the forefront, though, and he wondered about her more and more. Why did she think he was related to his hosts? He didn't think they looked similar at all, he was far too handsome for that. Had she seen someone like him before? Who was she anyway? It bothered him to not know all that he wanted to about her, but it only fueled his desire to see her again further. Not knowing when that would be was eating at him, though, even as he at last tried to rest. It seemed like he had so many things he would talk to her about if they met again that restless was a bit of an understatement. He didn't know why, but she stirred something in him. What exactly that was he wasn't sure of yet.