Kent sat on a beam of wood that had come out of the home Habitat Housing was fixing up and watched as Devon, Merritt, and Hannah walked away toward the subway station. He had absolutely enjoyed the day with them working. And the adventures they had shared in days before. Without a doubt, he considered them good friends.
Kent knew he was “the new guy” in the group—along with Shay, but he was good with people and he was a keen observer. To ask, Merritt and Hannah would say they were a couple. To ask, Devon and Emma would say they were, too. But Kent wasn’t sure.
With the time shifting came what everyone called a metaphysical connection. It felt like, to Kent, a strong bond; something that would come to be with the sharing of years, not hours. It had drawn him into the circle of friends where he had been immediately received.
The passing of time with the others had led Kent to believe what they were sharing—what they were calling romantic relationships—were just a particular expression of that bond. It was as if they had decided the strong feelings meant something and had picked someone with whom they could call it romance.
Kent had no doubt that they liked each other. He knew they had comfortable cuddles and the passing, sweet kiss. He thought they seemed like old married couples that were well past the raw, hormone driven sprints of emotion who had become comfortable with a slow, steady stroll.
Could it be like that indefinitely? Kent figured it could. There would be nothing wrong with it. But…
Kent took a deep breath and cleared his mind. Learning that the girls in the group were coupled up, he’d shut down ruminations about dating them. Since they weren’t available, he’d keep his eyes open around him. Every weekend brought new batches of volunteers to the project sites. Maybe next week…
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