Holding Hands
Vaughn strode down the familiar cobblestone path at a relaxed pace, clutching Sabrina's small hand in his own as they walked along side by side. The skin of her delicate fingers was remarkably smooth and soft against his own rough, calloused palms.
Sabrina smiled at him. "Thank you... for talking to Chelsea for me."
Vaughn nodded appreciatively at the sudden sound of her voice. It had a gentle and calming quality to it, almost musical in tone, and tentative as though each word she spoke was given careful consideration - not too loud and bubbly like that of Chelsea or Lanna, or teasing like Julia's, or vaguely condescending like Natalie's.
"How did you know?" he asked. He hadn't told her that he had gone to speak to the farmer at all.
But Sabrina continued to smile knowingly at him, and she gave his hand a small squeeze. "I could just tell."
