Do you know the melon man?

Me either. He looks a bit like a melon himself, rotund with an orang-y hue to both his skin and facial hair. But he gave me a free melon (most likely because I was wearing a short pink skirt, but still...) He asked me not just which day I wanted to eat it, but what time. I thought he was joking, but I just cut it open and it was everything I could do to hold back from gobbling up the entire thing immediately instead of saving it to go with the anchovie pasta Lara and I are making for friends tonight. Unfortunately, I forgot to ask the name of the melon. Or the melon man.