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Short Fridays every other week. Who would’ve thought? Dr. McMahon is the best boss ever!

Look at you, Amy, getting in a walk/run on a Friday afternoon!

“Hi, Amy!”

Thomas? Is he always off Fridays? How can I still not know what the man does for a living?

“Hi, Thomas!”

He’s headed in the opposite direction and sooo…

Here we are, face to face.

His blue eyes are bright beneath his wireframed glasses, his light brown hair blowing in the breeze.

And he’s smiling at me…

“Are you headed to the gym?” he asks.

“No, just out for a walk with maybe a sprint throw in now and then.”

His smile gets bigger. “I always see you going the same way. Have you ever run around the lake?”

“Lake? No. I remember seeing it when I was looking for a house. But I didn’t realize it’s near here.”

“Well, it’s not exactly near, but it’s worth the distance. Would you like to join me? Do you have time?”

Do I have time?

Don’t gape, Amy.

“I do have time, but you know I’m still more a walker than a runner. Are you sure you want to compromise your workout?”

Those blue eyes are still looking right into mine.

“Doesn't matter. The company would be worth it.”