“Oh.” She squeezes her body by mine, quickly grabbing it and dusting off a couple stray leaves from the overhanging tree. “Sorry,” she mumbles, and when she looks up, she gasps. It’s low and unintentional, but the good kind always are. She’s close and she didn’t realize it, but she likes it, even if she hasn’t grasped that little fact yet. She will. “We can move the chairs. I push them together sometimes.” She spins, nudging one back with her knee, but I reach past her, holding it still, and her eyes meet mine over her shoulder. “Leave it. Might make it easier to work together.”
