"You've never done that before. For anyone."
I drag a hand through my hair. "I know."
She studies me for a second, quiet now. "Does she know how you feel?"
"I've been trying to show her."
"And?"
"I think she knows."
Wren stands, grabs her bag, walks to the door. She stops with her hand on the knob.
"Don't wait too long."
"I won't."
She grins. "Tom Bennett. Staying in one city. Framing photos. Showing Sam how you feel. Who are you?"
I shake my head, laughing. "I'm figuring that out, too."
She opens the door, pauses in the threshold. "I'm really glad you're happy, Tom."
"Yeah. Me too."
"When are you seeing her next?"
"Tonight. Soon, actually. We're grabbing dinner. Then probably just walking around."
"Walking around?"
"Yeah. We look at buildings. How the light changes on them as the sun sets. How the shadows shift."
Her smile widens. "Only you would call looking at buildings a date."
"Goodbye, sis."
She laughs as I close the door. "Bye—love you."
I look at the framed photo one more time.
Then I grab my coat and phone, and head out.
***
The sidewalk is quiet, the streetlights pooling orange every twenty feet. Sam's hand is warm in mine.
She stops.
"So. How do you feel about being a plus-one?"
I grin.
"Well, I like the idea of being your plus-one. But it depends on what the plus-one is for."
She stares at me. Mock horror.
She hits my arm lightly. "What—being with me isn't enough?"
