While I was walking Albert back to his house, I scolded myself in my head. That exchange had taken a turn for the tragic almost as quickly as a train had derailed. I was all over the place and just trying to keep the conversation going even though neither of us had much to say to the other.
However, she did provide me with something to look into, which is a way to find some ground we share in common. She had a strong passion for the arts, particularly sculpture. I resolved to make it a priority to get started learning more about it. When we next spoke to one another, I'd be able to ask her a few questions about different artists, and I might even suggest that we go to an art gallery together.
I was giving way too much thought to everything. Why was I acting so strangely? This woman was f
