Spencer walked down the path toward him.
His mouth felt like hot, sticky sand. This was a mistake.
He felt lightheaded. Just don’t faint. He forced himself to suck in the cool autumn air.
Spencer stood before him. She’d said something. He tried to focus. She’d said, “Hi, Brandon.”
He should say something. But what? He huffed out a breath. “This is for you.” His hand trembled, handing her the sheets from his journal.
“For me?” She sat on the bench to read.
Oh god, I’m an idiot.
“You wrote this?”
He nodded.
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Spencer smiled.
Picture is copyright by Adrenaline Tim.
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A nice piece.