"Are you not afraid?" Her brow furrowed slightly. "Of what?" she asked, her gaze direct and questioning. "Of being like this with me. I mean, you're my mom's friend," I blurted out, the awkwardness of the situation suddenly hitting me. She closed the distance between us, gently taking my left arm in her hand, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. A confident smirk spread across her face. "There's nothing to worry about unless you're a child still needing Mommy's approval, but I don't think that's the case." Then, she released my arm and turned, continuing her exploration of the museum, leaving me standing there, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.