Yancey laughed. "Actually, I never gave it much thought until I found the window open. Are you ever really off the clock, Len?"
Len colored and glanced at Connie, who dimpled and firmly stated, "Yes."
"Wooo!" was the response from the crowd, and Len's blush deepened. Howard slapped Len on the back playfully and turned to leave the building. No wonder Len knew so much about what was going on.
Later, when everyone had left, Yancey took Lisa's hands in his. They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before he spoke.
"I love you. Will you marry me?"
She smiled. "Who is asking, Andy Gordon or Yancey Giddon?"
He dropped her hands and grabbed her waist, pulling her close. "Does it matter?"
"It does to me. I don't know Andy."
He cupped her face in his hands and brushed her lips lightly with his own. "Don't you?"
"I'm not sure, but I think it's going to be fun finding out."
He chuckled. "Is that a yes?"
She slipped her arms around his neck and whispered against his lips, "yes."
Yancey was his pseudonym, and the man she had grown to love. Andy was a gentle and thoughtful father and son - the child prodigy she knew only from the paintings she had admired for years. Maybe it would be wise to separate the two at times. Certainly he had enough moods to fit both. It was an exciting prospect.