Remember when you and I painted the shed?
You were a tough nut to crack, that’s for sure. The conversation felt like a game of 20 questions. I asked you something, you gave me the answer. So what kind of music do you like? You got any brothers or sisters? How’d you end up working here?
We’d only known of each other but a couple of days. By then I was already dreaming of me and Chris’s wedding. He was tall, funny, and as far as I was concerned, the most attractive member of the male staff cabin, both in personality and appearance.
What did I know? Not a whole lot, I can tell you that much. When I think back, trying to figure out what it was about us, when it wasn’t a stirring passion, and it wasn’t an instant connection, I can only think of one thing. I was not the slightest bit self-conscious.
I wasn’t afraid.