"Recording me without my knowledge, while well-intentioned, just doesn’t work for me. I think it’ll put something between us, and I wouldn’t want that in our relationship”
I brushed some dirt off the swings. “They’re good now,” I told Leah. We each took one.
I reached for the cardboard carrier I’d just set down. “One for you, one for me.” I offered Leah an iced latte. We swung gently, my feet brushed the ground.
“This is nice,” Leah said.
I closed my eyes and tilted my face toward the sun, letting it bake my head and put me into a zen sorta state.
“Why don’t we do this more often?” Leah went on.
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