Tom laughed, crawled over the paper on the floor and plopped down next to her. He grabbed another crayon. “Of course not, silly. It was just the walk. It really made me think. And once I opened the floodgates of thought, they didn’t close. I began to realize so much of what’s been holding us all back. But now, we have things to do.” He reached for her hand and put it in his. For a moment, Julie felt a little magic, but then he turned her hand over and placed the crayon in it. He wrapped his hand around hers so that she held the crayon. This time, however, for a brief moment, holding her hand, he looked into her eyes and felt a spark, and then he felt the old insecurities of his childhood and the knot in his stomach, and wondered if she felt the same. He quickly let go and turned back toward the crayon box.
Inwardly, Julie sighed.
“We have so many things today, um, to do today,” Tom said, stumbling on the words.
“I know,” Julie said, “I, uh, have to get on these drawings I’ve been doing for the Saunder’s account. But, did you have something else in mind?”
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