After thinking about her all weekend, he had decided to pursue her friendship more aggressively. No longer able to accept the sadness that lurked behind her eyes, his intention was to replace her sorrowful heart with a heart filled with joy, if it were the last thing on Earth he would ever do. She was busy writing at her desk when Rick stopped cold in his tracks. There she was, sitting behind the glass cubicle. Beautiful…vulnerable…sad. It may not have been apparent to most, but to Rick...it was as clear as the blue sky on a tragic day. Lena’s beauty was overwhelmed by the wounds that ran deep inside her. She could not hide that from him. But Rick had a reason for being here. To mend those wounds. He lifted his feet from the floor and approached the fair maiden in distress. “Lena.” She looked up from her writing pad and smiled. “How are you, Miss?” Lena giggled.
