She steps closer and inhales. “Hey, see anything interesting out there?” she jokes.
“Yeah, there’s a bluebird on that branch over there. I swear it looked right at me. It’s been singing this whole time.”
“I’ve seen it a few times by my window. I figure maybe he’ll bring me good luck or something,” she replies anxiously.
“If that’s true, then he’s already brought me mine,” he says with a smile. He shyly stares at her and then nervously looks away. When Amelia’s legs start to wobble, she finds the nearest chair and tumbles into it. Her mind is telling her to run over and hug him, but instead she looks down and blushes. What was I doing? Oh yeah…food. She carefully stands and opens the refrigerator, embracing the cool air.
“I got your letter the other day,” she confesses with her head still in the fridge, a safe place for her at the moment. Aaron walks toward her and takes a seat at the island. She looks over and sees him playing with his hands.
“I wanted you to know how I felt, but I couldn’t express it at the time,” he whispers without looking up. He’s so freaking cute.
“Are sandwiches okay? I thought maybe we could sit under my favorite tree in the backyard and have a picnic, if that’s alright with you?”
“I couldn’t think of anything better. It will give us some privacy to talk. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Yes. There are some blankets in the closet over there. Why don’t you take one out and spread it under the tree. Do you know which tree?” she asks. He winks at her and walks away with a huge smile.
She prepares the ham and cheese sandwiches and packs some grapes and ice tea in the picnic basket. “I can’t believe he’s here,” she whispers. She runs some cool water on a paper towel and dabs her warm face and neck. When she walks outside, the sweet aroma of the coneflowers mixed with the fresh smell of the trees invades her senses. Every time she walks out back, it’s like a new experience and she immediately relaxes. Of course the scenery is even better today, as she stares at the man of her dreams waiting under her favorite tree.
“Isn’t it beautiful out here? It’s like an enchanted forest or something,” she says while taking a seat on the blanket.
“Yes it is, and…so are you.”