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I just wanted someone to talk to and he was there.
I didn’t plan this… it just happened. Talking to him personally intensified those feelings I already carried years ago, when my brother showed me who he was.
It may sound weird but I felt like I was meant to meet him.
The man is like a fine wine you want to sip for hours, let it glide through your tastebuds, and coat your tongue with its flavor.
What am I doing?
Work relationship that is it.
Never mix business with pleasure. It’s a recipe for disaster.
Who the heck am I kidding, I’d lose the ability to formulate words around him more than once, I’m sure of it.
After all, we’ve been flirting for months, I think.
Dean Walker: Magic touch.
Lennon Quinn: So happy with how it turned out!
Lennon Quinn: I’m blushing right now.
Dean Walker: Yeah?
Lennon Quinn: Happens a lot lately.
Dean Walker: Any particular reason?
Lennon Quinn: I like chatting with you.
Dean Walker: I’m affecting you like that huh?
Dean Walker: Good to know.
Lennon Quinn: Don’t get all smug about it. It’s just nice talking to someone who lets you be yourself.
Dean Walker: I agree with you. It’s also your energy for me… you have something very contagious.
Lennon Quinn: How so?
Dean Walker: A hunch, and your recent posts.
Lennon Quinn: They are very dear to my heart, I live by them.
Dean Walker: So do I.
Lennon Quinn: Do you believe in soulmates?
Dean Walker: Belief is a doubt. I’ve witnessed a few.
Lennon Quinn: Some people’s paths are meant to cross.
Dean Walker: They can be part of your journey or a lesson.
This is a fantasy a seventeen-year-old teenager concocted years ago after she saw an attractive man who shares the same love for drawing as her and is still crushing over him. He is way older than me and probably has someone already.
Just forget about him, Lenny.
