Those words reverberated in Liz's mind. Try as she might, she could not focus on the task at hand. She was in the process of creating a new sculpture. But there was only one thing on her mind. The words resounded over and over. I'm falling in love with you and you are falling in love with me too. Who did he think he was, she wondered as she squeezed the clay in her hands. She looked down when she realized she wasn't making anything productive. As she was cleaning her hands, the ringing phone interrupted her thoughts. “Good morning Elizabeth.” “Oh good morning Mr. Randall,” she responded to her manager at the museum. “Do you have a minute to talk?” “Of course.” She wondered if he was going to offer her the job full time again. “I know you are not interested in working here full time at the moment.
