She dumped her books and laptop on the table, and turned to me. "Canyon, this study room you made me is a lifesaver. It's the best place in the world for study, better than my apartment or the library. Thank you, Canyon!" She pressed herself against me and gave me a toe-curling kiss. She pirouetted away from me and into the room, pointing to the wall above the desk.
"See, you're right here with me even when I'm studying." Sure enough, there I was in all my glory (?), dapper (???) in my fishing gear, but with all my love in my eyes. She'd taken the picture on one of our "see what we can catch for dinner" expeditions the previous summer; I didn't know she'd had it blown up and framed.
"Now I have to get to work. These books won't read themselves," she said, obviously quoting one of her tea
