Six Months Later...
Over the last few months, things got pretty busy. Between the salon renovations and settling into living together, Sam and I were lucky if we could catch a break long enough to say hi to each other. As for the whole anxiety thing, well, it sorted itself out. Sam was right, I just needed time to adjust to all the sudden changes that were happening. I was in my small office area, filling out some paperwork for the renovations, when Sam came in, holding a picnic basket and blanket.
"Why hello there m'lady," he spoke all fancily.
"Howdy cowboy," I giggled at his failed attempt to sound all fancy and dignified, whilst being dressed as if he belonged on a ranch.
"So what brings you to this neck of the woods?" I asked in a terrible southern accent. What can I say, I've lived in California my whole life and don't get out much.
"Well if you must know, I decided that since you work through lunch and I'm usually out getting stuff, why not have ourselves a little picnic while we have the same lunch break?"
"Now? But where?"
"Here."
"Right here? In my 3 by 4 office area with a mop and broom right there? Are you crazy? Well, obviously your judgment is severely impaired."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well a, you want to marry me, b, you want to have a picnic in a dirty storage closet converted into an office with a single window and old lamp, and c, you want to marry me, did I mention marriage?"
"I thought you wanted to get married."
"I do. But even I know you're crazy to put up with me, and I'm the one with all the crazy!" I exclaimed, flailing my arms around for emphasis.
"You're not that crazy. Besides, I'm even crazier for you. I want to make you mine asap."
"Woah there. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. Let's start with getting this place done before we start thinking about a small, simple wedding."
"This is why I love you, my sweet cost efficient bumblebee."
"What?"
"Hey, I was your hardworking lumberjack last week."
"Fair point."
With that, we went ahead and had our picnic in my tiny, temporary office. Of course, we had to hey a little creative and improvise since, well let's be real here, it's not safe to eat within two feet of that floor. After shifting some stuff around, the two of us enjoyed a small simple meal together.
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