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I watched Caeden work, his muscles flexing, and sweat dotting his forehead. This had to be the best class ever. I mean, I got to watch Caeden for a whole hour and thirty minutes, and not do anything. Plus, I was getting an A. Why had I ever been worried about this class?
Caeden flicked a piece of hair out of his eye and smiled up at me. “What are you watching?”
“You,” I said.
“Who else would I be watching?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged and began aligning pieces. He picked up the nail gun and quickly assembled the cabinet. The rest of the class was still cutting pieces.
“Looks like I’ve found myself a handy man,” I smiled.
“Oh yeah,” he grinned, “I’m as handy as they come.”
“I can see it now,” I fantasized, “leaky faucets, fixing lights, painting walls.”
Caeden’s laugh filled the woodshop classroom. “And let me guess, you’re not going to help me, you’ll just watch.”
“It’s what I do best,” I laughed.
Caeden stood the cabinet upright and grabbed some trim pieces for detailing. “That’s okay, at least I’ll have something pretty to look at,” he winked.
“And I’ll always be there to hand you tools,” I said.
“Just not the power ones,” he grinned crookedly.