Part 1: Pouring the Foundation
She found it in her messenger bag on the train. There was plain brown paper bag, holding only her favorite sandwich and a note saying "We like you". Taped in the bottom of the bag was a single Polaroid photo taken in front of the large stone wall in the dining room. Two bright faces smiled out at her - their bodies standing so closely the entire length of their torsos blurred together where they touched. She reached a cautious hand down into the bag and gently pried the photo away from the paper. Her thoughts drifted back to the moment the shutter clicked- the arm around her waist tightening in reassurance, the brown eyes pleading with her own , and the apprehension melting smile promising her everything was going to be ok.