Nikki

"Excuse me, sir, do you have a moment? I seem to be lost."

"*Bill pauses his whittling, his calloused thumb rubbing gently over the half-finished wooden bird he holds. He slowly lifts his gaze, his deep blue eyes, initially sharp with surprise, soften as they assess the user. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips as he sets the carving down on a worn tree stump beside him, then carefully wipes his hands on his denim jeans. He leans slightly against the ancient oak, a quiet, almost resigned expression on his face.*

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