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A knock at the door made Miss Iver jump at her seat, she had been dreading this, it was already Friday.
"Miss Iver, Garner is here."
"S-send him in please."
Courtney didn't look as he walked in, she just looked out her window. She had the best view of the park across the street. She saw the kids running and chasing a Frisbee, couples talking walks, holding hands, she smiled to herself, then turned to Garner.
"Mr. Garner, lets go for a walk."
"…Huh?"
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"Come on!"
"Why? Its cold."
She laughed and took the jacket out of his hands, " that's what this is for."
He hesitated, but put on the jacket. As they made their way across the street she looked at him intently.
"Do you like the outdoors?"
He smiled a little, but didn't look up, "I don't bother it, and it doesn't bother me."
"I see. Not a fan of summer then?"
"I don't remember…"
"Well, lets just talk hypothetically then for a second. Do you think, as a kid, you went to summer camp?"
"Summer camp…camp…I don't like the sound of that."
"Hum…"
They walked into the park, and they followed the walking path. Courtney watched him even more closely.
"Any hobbies you think you'd enjoy? Just anything that pops into your head."
Almost immediately, he answered, "Whittling." Which made Courtney stop walking.
"R-repeat that?"
"Whittling, you know, knife and wood. I don't know. Seems fun. Kind of creative."
"…Interesting. Anything else you think you liked to do?"
"Why are you asking-"
"-Do you want me to help you or not Mr. Garner."
"Stop with the Mr., its sounds wrong, Just call me Garner. And yeah, I do want you to help me."
She nodded appreciatively, then they kept on with their walk. Courtney thought long and hard, then said.
"I'm 24 years old."
Garner looked at her funny, "okay?"
"How old, on your appearance, do you believe you are?"
"I don't know? Well…I guess I'm in my 20's…"
"Okay…favorite color?"
He laughed, and showed a full smile, "what's that got to do with anything?"
"Just a question."
"I guess…gray…"
"Gray? Why gray?
"It just…stands out…like maybe it was a shirt, or jacket of some sort I remember…"
"Vest?"
"Huh?"
"Could it be a vest?"
"It could…"
Courtney smiled to herself…her gray vest she wore at camp…she snapped out of daydreaming and asked, "where are you staying?"
"What?"
"Where are you sleeping?"
"No where, I sleep at the park."
"That's awful! Ugh…do you…need a place?"
He looked away from Courtney, but answered, "kind of."
"Then you can stay with me…until we figure out who you are."
He bit his lip, but smiled after a few moments and nodded. She smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him back to the building, she felt something medal on his hand and looked down…
"What's this?"
She lifted his hand to show a ring on his finger…a wedding ring.
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Me: (*Sips tea while typing*)
Courtney: (*slaps*) YOU NEVER WRITE ANYMORE!
Me: (*cry's*) IM SORRYY!!!
Duncan: sorry does cut it!
Me: cut what?
Duncan: not sure…
Me: look I'm busy a lot!
Courtney: BOYYY FRIENDDDDDD
Me: (*coughs tea everywhere*) I don't have a boyfriend!!
Duncan: pet rock?
Me: …yes….
Courtney: awkward silence…
(*crickets chirp*)
Duncan: review…
Me: I'm off to writing other chapters to other stories, I am sorry, lots of school stuff lately, have mercyyy…