Chapter 16

Bridget watched the powder-like snow collect around the exterior of the Concord Public Library window. It was December 5, only a week away from the long awaited, much anticipated, official, Annual International Cultural and Geographical Studies competition. Knowing that everyone was fully pumped for it, Bridget wasn't worried about this meeting; it was going to be fun seeing the final products of everything. She sighed happily as more fluffy snow fell onto the ground.

Next thing she knew, three hard whacks came against the table and knocked her out of her peaceful moment. She turned and realized that the noise was coming from Henry’s newest makeshift gavel: an empty Tupperware container.

“Good morning everyone!” Henry said as he placed down his gavel on the table and paced about the room. Henry walked around the table in a room by the front desk, reserved especially for them. It was about the size of two bedrooms, so it wasn’t the largest room in the world, but enough to hold a meeting in.

“We will now take attendance.” Henry said.

Henry pulled out the attendance sheet and handed it to Charlotte. She promptly checked off the members’ names.

“Does anyone know where Ellen and Dane are?” Charlotte asked.

Jade raised her hand. “Ellen is sick. She texted me, like, an hour ago saying she wasn’t going to be here.”

Charlotte nodded. “Anything about Dane?” She called out.

No one responded.

Charlotte sighed. “I guess he’s not here then.”

Bridget laughed inwardly. At almost every meeting, the million-dollar question was always ‘where is Dane?’ She then smiled outwardly, knowing that other people were thinking the same thing.

Jamal frowned. “But, Dane has to be here…he said he’d have the model of the Trojan horse ready by today.” He said.

Mrs. Streisand spoke up from the corner of the room, where it looked like she was grading some papers. “Henry? Maybe you should call him.”

“Okay.” Henry pulled out his phone. “What’s his number?” He looked at Mrs. Streisand, who was in the process of starting her laptop.

“Just a sec,” Mrs. Streisand said.

Bridget watched her icicle-esque earrings jiggle slightly as she typed.

Mrs. Streisand opened her file. “Okay, it’s--”

Just then, the door opened, and Dane walked through the entrance, carrying a rather bulky cardboard box with small amounts of snow on it. His dark hair was coming into his eyes, shielding him from seeing anyone, or making eye contact.

Mrs. Streisand smiled. “Oh, Dane, nice to see that you made it.” She said.

“Hey, Dane,” Henry greeted. He then stood up and walked over to where Dane was standing. “Did you bring the horse?”

Dane nodded, as he opened the box, and swept the hair out of his face. Bridget could now see his clover green eyes. Then, he pulled out the model of the Trojan horse. It was made of wood, stained in maple coloring, and was about the size of a monitor for a computer. It was carved so intricately, like a statue made by Michelangelo.

“Wow, Dane, that is…” Kara sighed in awe, “so cool!”

“Thanks,” Dane said quietly.

“I agree,” said Charlotte.

“It is very nice Dane.” Mrs. Streisand said.

“Wow!” Henry exclaimed. “That is probably the best project we have so far! This’ll definitely catch the judges’ attention!” 

Dane nodded as he placed the horse back in the box. He set it over in the corner, by Mrs. Streisand. He then took a seat by Bridget, who was left of Della, Charlotte, and Jamal. Of course, Charlotte and Della started snickering.

Bridget shook her head to get only one word across: nonsense. Bridget then shifted her attention to the window again, watching the powder snowfall. She had no idea why they thought she liked Dane. He was very talented with art, but he was so quiet, and too solemn. She hoped they would forget about it soon.

“That’s beast, man. Good job.” Jamal said.

          Bridget hadn’t said anything yet to Dane, and she wasn’t sure if she should. The last time she talked to him was in a meeting more than a month ago. And judging from his empty expressions when he was getting complimented, she decided not to.

“Okay!” Henry said. He rubbed his hands together quickly. “As you all know, this is our last work meeting before the ICGS competition. Next week, on the eighth, ninth, and eleventh, we are doing what we call ‘final prep meetings’ which will consist of everyone practicing what they need to say, and how they need to answer to certain questions the judges may ask.  We all need to make good work out of them, for the competition is only a week away.” He said as seriously as he could. “Now I’ll let my lovely assistant Charlotte take the stand.” He motioned toward Charlotte who held a few pieces of paper in her hand with ink writing on them.

“Vicepresident,” Della coughed in her hand, as the whole club laughed.

Henry smiled. “Let me correct myself.” He cleared his throat and straightened an invisible necktie around his sternum. “Charlotte, my lovely vice president will now take the stand.”

Everyone clapped jokingly as Charlotte stood up and bowed. “Thank you, thank you,” she said sarcastically. Then she laughed a little. “Anyhow, today we are going to be working a lot, and I just have to go through this final check list to see what we need to get done. Is everyone ready?”

A blend of yeses, and head nods came from the club members.

“Okay.” Charlotte said. “Are the two backboards complete?” She peered down from her glasses.

“Yes,” Mark and Jade pulled out the two backboards describing the geography of Greece and its history.

Suddenly, Bridget felt a poke at her side. She turned to her left. It was Della.

Della cupped her hand in a ‘come closer’ motion. Bridget inched nearer.

“I think Mark and Jade are dating.” Della whispered bluntly.

Bridget raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Really?” she said.

Della nodded genuinely. “Remember when we met at the library for the first time, and they both arrived at the same time?”

Bridget nodded.

“I’ve kept track; the last three times we’ve had meetings they’ve arrived at the same exact time.” Della said. “And they always sit next to each other at lunch…the signs are so there.” Della smiled mischievously like a detective that just solved a case.

“Blimey, you’re right,” Bridget looked at the two. Jade had dark brown hair, almost black, and intense blue eyes. She had never talked to her that much, but she knew she was nice. Mark had light brown hair and dark brown eyes, he was rather slender, as was Jade, but she was a lot shorter than him. Just barely taller than Della. They were a cute couple.

“What do you think?” Della inquired.

“I agree. I can’t believe I didn’t notice before.” Bridget said.

Della nodded and leaned back in her chair. She smiled satisfyingly.

Bridget giggled and began to pay attention to Charlotte again.

“Okay…so we have to backboards, the travel brochure, and the models of the Acropolis, the Temple of Athena, which was our temple of choice, correct?”

“Yup,” Henry said as he put his hand near the temples.

“Great.” Charlotte said. “Okay…” she looked down at the list. “Oh! Does everyone have their reports on their Greek gods and goddesses?”

“I have them all here, Charlotte.” Mrs. Streisand said. She then started flipping through them and counting.

“I have Apollo, by Hugh Yarky, Athena, by Kara Waters, Artemis, by Della Juliano, Aphrodite, by Charlotte O’Brien, Hermes, by Henry Vongaurt, Ares, by Jamal Murray, Zeus, by Mark Keller, Demeter, by Jade Parrish, Poseidon, by Dane Engelhart, Hestia, by Bridget Cadwell, and Dionysus, by Ellen Castleberry.” Mrs. Streisand made them into a neat pile again. “No one did Hades?”

A mixture of no’s and head shakes came from the group.

“Ha, wow.” Mrs. Streisand said. “Did we all avoid that one on purpose?” She said, as she peered above her spectacles and smiled slightly.

Bridget looked around. No one said anything, but she could tell that everyone did avoid choosing the “evil god”. She was surprised that Dane didn’t resort to Hades instead of Poseidon.

“Okay,” Charlotte said. “Great!” She looked around. “I think that’s everything!”

“Awesome,” said Henry. “Now, I want everyone to just look everything over. Essays for typos, the backboards for any marks or mistakes, and the models…” He thought for a moment. “Maybe we can add a few finishing touches. Okay?” Henry said.

“Yup,” everyone replied, except for Dane, who said nothing.

After that, everyone got up and started taking essays, the backboards and the models, including the Trojan horse.

“Hey, Bridget, come look at the geography backboard with me.” Henry said.

Bridget got up out of her seat next to Dane. Della had already gone with Charlotte to examine the Acropolis, so she agreed to Henry’s offer.

As she walked toward the table where Henry was standing by, she watched Dane out of the corner of her eye. She wondered what he was thinking, sitting there. She saw him eyeing the people who were looking at his horse, even though they were looking at it more out of admiration than for inspecting. She didn’t see him smile, or even light up at all. She was confused. Why was such an interesting person so quiet? It bothered her to no end, but she knew she couldn’t dwell on it now.

“So,” Henry said, as Bridget approached the table. “How are you?’

Bridget smiled. She should have known he called her over to talk.

“Great,” Bridget said. “I am so excited for next weekend. I cannot wait.”

Henry laughed. “Yeah, I think we might actually have a chance this year. I am simply blown away by Dane's horse.” Henry looked over at it in appreciation for a few seconds. Meanwhile, Bridget’s eyes darted over to Dane. He was still sitting there, but she saw that Mrs. Streisand placed some reports in front of him. She inched a little bit closer to the table for a better angle. He was looking over Hugh’s for the moment.

Bridget then turned quickly back to Henry, sure that she spent more time looking at Dane than Henry did at his horse. She decided to say something first.

“How about you?” Bridget said. “How are you doing?”

Henry smiled. “It’s okay, you don’t have to ask.” He said.

Bridget was a little confused for a second. But right as she was about to say ‘why?’ Henry spoke up again.

“He’s one interesting guy, isn’t he?” Henry said. “I can’t quite figure him out.”

Bridget could tell Henry was only talking about this because she was looking at Dane, but not in the way he was thinking. Consequently, she felt bad for seeming to be uninterested in what Henry was saying. She decided to change the subject.

“Yup, he’s, um, different.” Bridget said, trying to transition as best she could. “But, let’s take a look at this backboard, shall we?”

Henry smiled in relief. “Yeah, we should.”

They both looked at the geographical backboard and looked at the several points and drawings on it.

“So,” Henry said, after he finished reading a paragraph on Modern Greek foods, “I was thinking the other day, that at the competition, we could have some flowers or something? I mean, just to add some color. Mrs. Streisand got some Greek linen to put under our backboards and things. And since Charlotte’s brother works at Fed Ex Office, we’re going to get a banner that says ‘Greece’ on it in Greek.” Henry said.

“Oh, wow,” Bridget said. “That would be so cool.”

Henry grinned. “Yeah, and we were thinking that the background could be like a parchment color, and the lettering could be brown.”

“That sounds awesome.” Bridget replied. “I wonder what ‘Greece’ is in Greek?”

“I wrote it down somewhere.” Henry reached in his messenger bag sitting on the table. He fished through his canvas bag and found a semi-crumpled sheet of notebook paper.

“Here it is.” Henry said, as he smoothed the paper out on the table.

          The Greek symbols came out long enough so they could be made into a banner. They looked like:

 

                             Ελλάδα

       

“Do you think that will look good?” Henry asked.

“Yes, of course.” Bridget said. She studied the characters more. “It’s so interesting how they have a completely different alphabet. I’d love to learn it someday.” Bridget pondered.

“Yeah, me too,” Henry said.

A small pause came by as they looked around again. Bridget was hoping that he didn’t feel awkward because she wasn’t talking as much as usual. She wanted to; just she was too focused on Dane to really think about anything else.

Henry looked at Bridget with his kind gray-blue eyes. “Are you okay? You seem a little…silent… today.” Henry said thoughtfully.

Bridget froze for a second. She didn’t know how to respond to his question. Henry saying that she was being a little ‘silent’ was a lot worse than ‘quiet’.

Bridget opened her eyes wide. “Yes! Erm, I’m fine. Yeah, I just, erm, I don’t know it’s just a quiet day for me.” Bridget said. Lame…She thought, as she finished her sentence, but it was actually almost true. She was in a quiet mood that day…but only because she was thinking about Dane.

“Okay,” Henry said, as he looked down at the floor in disbelief. Then he smiled to pretty much put to death the conversation. “I was just concerned.” He smiled, then paused and looked over to Charlotte.

 “I’m going to go check out the acropolis, is that okay?” Henry looked at her a little awkwardly.

Bridget knew that he held the knowledge of her being interested in Dane, but the part that was killing her was that he though she had feelings for him. She knew she didn’t, but the again, why did she think about him so much? Bridget couldn’t answer the question herself. So, she simply nodded to Henry and said, “Okay.”

“Alright, then.” Henry said, trying to lighten the mood by grinning. “Maybe you could help Dane with those essays.” He then walked away over to Charlotte and Della, who clearly had no idea what was going on.

Bridget’s temporary relief quickly faded when Henry suggested that she “go help Dane with the essays”.  Bridget felt like exploding. She had half a mind to announce right there on the spot that she didn’t like Dane, just to get everyone off her back. It was difficult looking at everyone’s faces, knowing that they agreed with Henry about that. Even Charlotte and Della.

Nonetheless, Bridget waltzed over to Dane and merrily plopped down in the chair next to him. She decided that she was going to find out what his whole ‘silent’ deal was once and for all. Even if it took a little bit of prying.

“Hey,” Bridget greeted happily.

Dane looked over to her, obviously a little surprised at her peppiness. His green eyes widened in puzzlement as she smiled at him.

“Do you mind if I help you with these essays? Henry said you needed help.” Bridget said hopefully.

There was a pause.

Dane shrugged, appearing to only have a few essays left to look over.

“Okay,” Bridget said, thinking of her next move. “Can I have one?”

Dane slid over an essay in front of her, without taking his eyes off the paper he was looking at.

“Thanks,” Bridget said promptly. She felt she wasn’t getting very far, especially because he hadn’t said a word yet.

Bridget then looked down at the paper. It was about Hermes, written by…Henry. Bridget looked at it in surprise. Then she realized that Dane gave it to her on purpose.

Bridget looked at Dane out of the corner of her eye. She saw a trace of a self-satisfied smirk on Dane’s face. Then she spoke.

“That is not funny.” Bridget whispered.

Dane’s small smirk turned into a full blown smile. Bridget definitely knew now what he was doing.

“Fine then, I won’t help you.” Bridget said, hoping that he would give her a different essay. She rose from her chair.

He didn’t say a word.

“Okay.” Bridget then walked over to the corner, by the backboard Henry and she were looking at earlier. She peered at Dane. He looked the same he did ten minutes ago; solemn and quiet.

Bridget sighed inwardly. She wondered if she was being too nosy, and even too pushy. She didn’t feel like it was the right thing to do, going and finding out why Dane was so unresponsive…but for some reason, it bothered her that she didn’t know. It bothered her that no one had tried to figure out anything about Dane…it bothered her that she did. Maybe he’s just a quiet person. Bridget thought. But she knew that couldn’t be true. If he were quiet and really had nothing to say, then he would be boring. And she knew from the action he took just a few moments ago that he was certainly not dull. Bridget dwelled on the thought. She just had to know why.

 

                   ~

The meeting ended promptly at 6:30, just as scheduled. Most everyone had been picked up by 6:35, but like always, Bridget, Della, Henry, and Dane were always the last ones there.

They were all waiting outside the library. Dane was sitting on the pavement, sketching something, and Della, Henry, and Bridget were standing in a huddle, trying to keep warm.

“I don’t understand,” said Della, as she wrapped her arms around herself, bouncing up and down. “How can Dane not be cold?”

Henry laughed. “He must be impervious to pain or something,” Henry looked over at Dane jokingly. Della and Charlotte laughed.

“Yeah,” Bridget said, trying to be apart of the conversation. She knew if she said nothing it’d sound like she disagreed.

“So,” Della whispered, leaning in closer to the huddle. “I already told Bridget, but,” Della’s large brown eyes widened she looked around. “Mark and Jade are dating.”

Henry nodded knowingly. “I thought so, too. They always seem to be together.” Henry looked toward Bridget.

She decided to say something. “Della, I thought you said you ‘think’ they are dating.” Bridget smiled at Della.

Della’s expression turned into an excitable one. “Oh! I forgot to tell you!” Della looked around once more, in a joking way, to ‘make sure no one was listening’.

“I saw them holding hands as they walked out of the library. It’s official now.” Della said proudly.

“Ah ha,” Bridget said. “That’s funny.”

“Yeah,” Henry said.

After a few moments, Della’s mom appeared in the parking lot in her soap-blue car and stopped in front of the main entrance.

Della looked toward the car in relief of the cold. “Bye guys!” She said. She walked toward the car, and opened the door. Bridget could hear Della’s mom telling her something.

Della nodded to her mom and then turned around. “Do any of you need a ride home?” Della peeked out at the three of them, one of her legs sticking out of the car.

Henry was the first to respond. “Actually, I drove here, but thanks!”

Della smiled. “You have a license?” She said in shock.

“Yup!” Henry shouted above the snow, which was making everything difficult to hear due to the heavy, swirling winds that impacted the audibility of everything, no matter how loud you were.

“That’s so cool!” Della said in admiration. “When did you get it?”

“Um, somewhere back before Thanksgiving…something like that.” Henry said modestly.

Della’s mouth hung open in surprise as she smiled in wonder. “That’s awesome!”

“Thanks,” Henry said, still being just as humble as he was before.

Della finally collected herself. “Bridget? How ‘bout you?”
          “I’ll be alright,” Bridget said.

Della looked at her concernedly. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Bridget said. “Thank you though.”

“Alright then,” Della said. Then she smiled. “See you guys on Monday…” Della then looked at Henry once more. “I still can’t believe you can drive! That’s so amazing!” Della gave a smile of awe to him as she began to shut the door of the car.

Henry snickered in amusement. “See you, Della!” He said, waving to her.

Della waved back as her mom pulled away.

Bridget was about to remark on Henry’s ability to drive, but just as she took a breath to say something, Henry started to speak.

 “Well, my dad wanted me to be home before seven, so I sort of have to go…so, see you on Monday, then?”

“Yeah.” Bridget said. “Bye Henry,” she said, as he walked to his car. “See you!”

He turned and waved goodbye, while still smiling. He turned around and walked to his car, which resembled some kind of large, heavy-duty SUV, and drove away. Bridget sighed as her smile faded. It was just she and Dane…again.

Just as she was about to call Mrs. Hunt to see where she was (it was already 6:50) Dane stood up and started to collect his sketchbook and his large, bulky box.

Bridget wondered what he was doing. She didn’t see a car in sight.

Next thing she knew, he was walking away, down the sidewalk, toward the parking lot. Bridget knew he didn’t have a car. He didn’t drive yet.

“Where are you going?” Bridget shouted. She almost felt like he couldn’t here her through the sheet of snowfall.

“Home!” He shouted back, while walking forward still. His voice was surprisingly smooth and slightly resonant at the same time.

Bridget’s back stiffened. She realized that was the first time she had ever heard Dane talk loudly before. And for some reason, she took that as an invitation to follow him. To finally understand what he was all about, so her curiosity could be appeased and she would not have interest in him any longer. Bridget started to walk after him, as she pulled out her cell phone. She texted quickly to Mrs. Hunt that she was walking home. It sounded crazy, but that was another matter. Bridget snapped her phone shut, and started running. Running against the wind, running against the snow, and against her better judgment.

She finally caught up with Dane at the end of the parking lot. She realized she was out of breath, but that didn’t stop her from talking.

“You’re walking home. In the snow. That’s crazy.” Bridget said, as they walked along on the sidewalk, making footprints in the unblemished snow.

“Aren’t you?” Dane said, his expression unchanging.

Bridget realized what she had just said made her sound foolish. Bridget sighed, unsure of what to say next.

“But I wouldn’t usually do this…you, you do it all the time! And you’re carrying a box the size of a refrigerator!”  Bridget knew she was exaggerating, but she didn’t care.

Dane kept walking.

Bridget sighed in annoyance. “I just don’t understand you.” She admitted what she had been thinking for a while.

Dane stopped. He didn’t say anything, but he stopped. He stared directly at Bridget, his feet planted firmly on the ground.

Bridget saw the intensity in his eyes, though no other feature on his face showed any emotion. His eyes were just enough to keep her quiet.

 “And?” Dane asked, as he stood there, still emotionless in his expression.

Bridget was taken aback by his seemingly assertive attitude. She didn’t know what to say.

She wanted to say she didn’t understand why he was so quiet, but that sounded incompetent.

Bridget started to blush. Embarrassed, she turned around and began to walk in the opposite direction. Only then did she realize that home was the other way, but she couldn’t turn around. So she kept walking, and walking, and walking. Away from her curiosity.

 

                             ~

Bridget would have thought it was because of the cold, but she knew there was a different reason why she was crying. She was upset for even getting curious. She was upset for not knowing where she stood as far as her feelings went for Dane. She was upset because she walked away. She didn’t want to walk away.

Hands in her pockets, she kept going along the sidewalk, until she finally reached the library. The parking lot was vast, empty tundra. There were only a few cars in sight. Bridget suddenly felt a shiver crawl up her spine; she felt as alone as she had ever felt in New Hampshire. It didn’t feel good.

Nonetheless, she walked into the parking lot, even though she was totally unsure of what she was going to do. She reached for her cell phone to call Mrs. Hunt, and opened it, knowing that she would sound like an imbecile when she called asking to be picked up. She felt stupid, angry, and disappointed, and the freezing cold weather was only making her feel worse.

As she was about to send a text that she typed out to Mrs. Hunt, she saw a large, bulky car come upon the library parking lot. For a split second, she thought it was Mrs. Hunt, so she began walking toward the car. But it wasn’t Mrs. Hunt.

The car parked, and even though it was still running in its spot, she saw a person jump out of the driver’s seat and coming toward her.

It was Henry.

“Bridget!” He shouted above the wind and horizontal snow. “What are you still doing here?”

Bridget walked toward him before answering. “I, um, I didn’t�"Mrs. Hunt, I ended up--” Bridget was at a loss of what to say.

Henry still looked at her, from about twenty feet away, as if she had said nothing. He couldn’t hear her.

Bridget stood against the forceful wind in misery. She wanted to go up to him, and just make things fun and simple again. She felt a lump forming in the back of her throat, and tears started to well up in her eyes.

“Can I give you a ride home?” Henry shouted, about the noisy wind. He was unaware of her situation.

Bridget felt tears stream down her face. She nodded genuinely and started to walk toward his car.

As she approached the door, she cleared her throat so she would sound normal. “Thank you,” Bridget said meekly, but authentically.

“You’re welcome,” Henry said as he opened the door for her on the passenger side.

Bridget smiled, trying to hold back her tears. She almost cried as the warmth of the car surrounded her.

Henry came to the driver’s side, and came into the driver’s seat. He was about pull the stick out of “park” when he looked over at Bridget.

His looked surprised, but still gave her a caring expression.

“Are you okay?” He said, observing her chapped face and welled up eyes.

Bridget sniffled, but decided to talk anyway. “Yeah,” Bridget said quietly, her voice wobbling.

Henry pulled the car into reverse. “Okay.” He smiled gently, as he drove out of the parking lot.

There was an ample amount of silence as he drove.

Henry hesitated before he spoke. “I, uh, was coming home from the grocery store, and I saw you walking home.” He looked toward her in a friendly manner. “You looked miserable.” Henry said, in an attempt to start conversation.

“Did I?” Bridget said quietly.

 “Yeah,” Henry said. He remained quiet, just for the sake of the moment.

The ride to the main part of town was silent, but that was the way it needed to be. Bridget knew that words did not need to fill the silence. She just needed to simply listen to the heat coming from all directions of the car, and relax.

“The Hunt’s house is just down there. You see the house with the blue car?” Bridget said softly. She was still close to crying.

“Yeah,” Henry said lightly, trying to treat her delicately.

Soon, he pulled into the driveway and put the car in park. Bridget finally let her tears out.

Henry looked over at her in surprise.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I just…it’s been a bad day.” She knew that he was aware of that already.

“It’s okay,” Henry said. He looked at her with a kind expression.

Bridget smiled at him, tears still sliding down her face. “Thank you so much.” She then opened the door of the car, and was about to say goodbye, when Henry got out, too.

“I’ll walk you to the door.” He said.

The Hunts had a small driveway, so the walk up to the front porch was short. In a matter of moments they reached the front door.

Bridget smiled at him, as the snow softened a little. She could barely see his face, considering it was after the sunset.

“Thank you,” Bridget peeped out.

“Anytime,” Henry said softly. “I’m sorry you had such a bad day,” he said, trying to make her feel better.

Bridget laughed in spite of herself. “Yeah, me too.” But you just made it better. She thought.

“Well, I’ll see you on Monday, then, okay?” Henry said reassuringly.

“Okay,” Bridget said. Her voice still a little bit shaky, on account of she just stopped crying.

“Alright,” Henry said, as he smiled gently. He then turned around and headed down the steps, but Bridget caught him before he could reach the driveway.

“Henry!” She called after him. Her voice wobbled, but she didn’t care. She ran after him, and he stopped right before the driver’s door.

“Yeah?” He said casually.

She stood in front of him for half a second, in that time looking down at the ground. She then looked back at his face and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him for a hug.

She squeezed him tight. She sniffled partly from the cold. “Alright.” Bridget said, as she pulled away. She then smiled, feeling recuperated. She took a deep breath, her voice feeling normal again. “Then I’ll see you on Monday, then?” Bridget said.

“Yes. I’ll see you on Monday.” Henry said, grinning kindly. 

“Okay.” Bridget replied softly, walking back up to the porch. She then turned and watched him walk to the car. She watched him get back in, and watched him start to drive. She watched as he waved to her as he pulled away. And for that night, that was all she needed to feel secure again.

 

 

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[Short.Nerd]

Hmmmm.............. I have no idea what to say xD WHich is shocking because I always have something to say. Can't wait to read more:)

[compositionc]

So, what? Are Dane and Bridge on the rocks? Are she and Henry ready to make a move?
WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN?