July 28, 2016
Now, before anything else, I'm not up for getting any idea about romance or the like. I'm too old for that. In my head, stories are forming, fictional characters are starting to catch the love bug, but not me. In my real world, here, now, this chocolate means just that, a chocolate. Bill walks away with that smirk, which I've seen on his face numerous times now, but made me feel some...things at that particular moment in time. I shake it off and shout my thanks. He waves his left hand and does his usual salute. Things are normal.