it was amazing how Dahlia could be so entirely focused on one thing and the world could be lost to her. Eyes on her didn’t make it past her wall of determination to finish a piece that she started. Realizing that it was Matthew caused her heart to do a little leap and she was thankful that the rush already disguised the flushed embarrassment. “you– you were watching me? How long were you there?” feeling sheepish that she hadn’t noticed him, being so endorsed in her random project. “wait, what? I do not! Do I, really?” she laughed at herself, fingers running through her brunette strands, eyes casting away, shying away from his for only a moment.
Matthew grinned, “Just for a minute or two, you were concentrating really hard and I didn’t want to disturb you. And you definitely do do that, but don’t worry, it’s cute, I like it.” He smiled again and joined her on the bench, “I’m sorry I’m late, I was doing a repair on an antique bookshelf someone found in their basement, but the thing was infested with termites, so I ended up having to torch it, with the promise that I’d make them a new one, so then I had draw up some sketches, for them, but I think it’s handled for the time being. You weren’t waiting too long, were you?”