Beth and Robin walked along toward the iron works with picnic baskets in hand. It was Hank’s birthday. They planned to surprise him with a picnic dinner in the park. As they walked, Robin chattered, so full of childish excitement that she couldn"t contain. Beth was every bit the attentive listener as Robin hesitated now and again to search for words to complete her story. Beth’s eyes were on Robin when a gentleman walked out of a shop and turned to collide face to face with Beth. Her basket spun from her grip to the ground.
“I’m so sorry,” he said as he stooped to retrieve the strewn items.
Beth knelt to retrieve her basket, while he hastily retrieved scattered items with manicured hands.
“That’s alright,” she said, looking up.
He turned toward her, his hands full, and looked up.
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