(For context; it’s just a city that can’t show happiness not the whole world)

Happiness. The one thing we can’t show in my city. It’s dangerous to even feel it.

I turned from my grocery shopping. My list dropped to the floor making a *swish* type of sound.

It was a man I had never seen before. He had fluffy hair big blue eyes. He might have had two dimples but his face had anger written all over it. So I couldn’t tell. He kind of looked like a Sam.

He was screaming at the police dragging him away. I got a glimpse of what he said before he was shoved into the police car.

_I just won the lottery come on! You’re gonna put me in jail for that?_

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_I knew what happened. _He had shown happiness. Happiness gets you a minimum of 2 years in the slammers.

I turned back around and grabbed my list off the floor.

It was best to not show any emotions at all. Even though it doesn’t happen often, police sometimes mistake a different emotion for happiness. It had happened to my brother 3 years back. He still hasn’t returned.

“Excuse me, miss.” A low voice behind me said.

I turned around and was faced with the absolute being looking guy I’d ever seen. Tall, muscular, green eyes, combed hair. And this time I could definitely see to dimples becuase he was smiling. A beautiful smile. It was the best smile.

Smile?!

He’s smiling and not being arrested!

“Um sir,” I said in a whisper voice, “You’re smiling.”

“Yes, so?” He said giving me a slight grin.

“You’re showing happiness. You could be arrested.”

“That second part? That’s where your wrong. I can not be arrest for happiness. My father is Sir Gordon.”

“Like Gordon Ramsay?”

He let out a slight chuckle, “No, my dear. The millionaire. He paid a good chuck for me and my family to be able to smile and laugh on a regular basis.”

“Oh, Okay.” I remembered what he had said when I first heard his voice. “What was it you needed earlier?”

“Yes, I just wanted to get buy you to grab a sack of potatoes.”

I stepped to the side. “Why are you hear buying a sack of potatoes? Don’t you have your own private grocery hastore?”

He was still looking a the potatoes like he was picking out a baby. “My father said it’s good for publicity.” He grabbed a sack of potatoes and came to stand buy me.

“Ah, now my dear your not going to be able to afford a toy for your sister after all this.” He pointed to my shopping list.

“How did you know I have a sister?”

He pointed to my pocket, “The photo glued to the front of your wallet helped.” He pulled out his own wallet and handed me a credit card. “Here it’s unlimited. Buy what ever you’d like.” The grinned showing those dimples again.

I handed back the credit card. “I can not take this from you.”

“And why is that?”

“I do not deserve this. I have to work hard to earn my money. Like my mother always did.”

“Okay,” he grabbed the card out of my hand, “then I’ll just take your cart and buy everything myself.”

I smiled.

**I SMILED!**

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I ducked my head but it was no use police were already heading for me.

_I’m going to jail. Who will take care of Charlotte?_

“She’s with me.” I turned around. There he was standing behind me.

The police disappeared.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

“Your welcome. Miss?”

“Ivy.”

“Well Miss Ivy, I’m August.”