“This is a pretty nice house you have here, and your room has a pretty sick setup,” I remarked, looking around.
“Yeah, my parents got lucky," Sierra said, spinning her chair slightly to face me. "The previous owner’s wife used a wheelchair, too, so we scooped it up as fast as we could. Having the ramps and railing already here saved us a ton of remodeling.”
With the tour out of the way, we got down to business. Over the next three hours, Sierra's desk became a command station. We mapped out website designs, using graphics that she had designed herself, generated a chaotic amount of secure passwords, and launched dedicated Facebook and Twitter pages.
“Wow man, those passwords you’ve come up with are a bit too complicated for me to remember,” she laughed. Finally, she typed one in that made me pause: CRASHED417. The date of her accident. What doesn’t kill you makes a heck of a good password, I thought.
The best part, though, was helping her scan her artwork. Seeing her pieces pop up on the high-res screen made all the tedious tech setup entirely worth it. The girl was definitely going places in the art world, if she kept it up.
The time passed like a flash. Taking a break from our final preparation to dig into those snacks, we sat back in our chairs and admired our creation. It was time to see if our work was going to pay off.
“It looks fantastic,” Sierra said through a mouthful of chips. “We’ll be getting hits in no time.”
“Let’s get this baby live,” I said, stretching my back.
Then it happened.
Both of our hands reached for the mouse at the exact same time to click 'Publish.' I let mine linger over hers for a split second. I could see a slight smile on her face. She wasn’t complaining.
After that awkward moment, we talked about everything except what just happened.
“I’m glad you invited me over,” I smiled. “I’d invite you over to my place sometime, but I don’t think you’d be able to make it past the driveway, there are too many steps going to my porch.” Geez, why did I say that? I hope I didn’t blow it, immediately ran through my mind.
Sierra just laughed it off, completely unfazed. “No problem,” she reassured me. “We can always hang out somewhere else. Plus, I’d love to meet your parents sometime. There are lots of public spaces, maybe dinner sometime?”
“Sounds like a plan,” I grinned. “We can figure out when a good time would be.”
After a goodbye, I got on my bike and literally floated my way home, my heart was pounding so much I could hear it. I'd surprisingly made the first move, and now I couldn't wait to see what happened next. My excitement level was off the scale!
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