: Part 4
"Yeah," he replied without hesitation or beating around the bush.
"Okay," I agreed, not hesitating either.
He smiled again, and his fingers gently squeezed me once more. Then he asked, "How are you handling all of this?"
God, he was kind. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before answering, "Well, I'd rather be learning life lessons on how to make the perfect soufflé, not on how to keep my cool in a crisis involving fiery destruction. But, overall, I'm doing okay."
His eyebrows raised in surprise. "You want to learn to make the perfect soufflé?" he asked.
"Um..." I felt a bit awkward, not sure where to place my hands. With the limited space and having to carry my clutch and wrap, I was a little unsure. But as his fingers gripped me again and pulled me an inch closer
