Nick stared at her with wide eyes. "Wait! That's it? I just sit around and try to feel good? I have to tell you, this sounds like bullshit to me."
It does, doesn't it? She smiled. "You might think that. But know this: meditation is not easy. You have to keep your mind clear and look for joy. It could be one of the hardest things you ever do. But it could save your life. I'll be working on the case, too. But I'd like you to do this for me. Will you?" His eyes rolled straight up, and she had to laugh. "Honestly, do you have anything better to do for the next few days?"
Nick's eyes twinkled. "Other than dream about you? The truth is, I spend most of my time here thinking about you. I get through some painfully boring days by remembering your smile." He scrunched his mouth. "You probably don't have as many boring moments in your day. But I have a feeling you find yourself thinking about me sometimes." He squinted and dared her to agree. "Am I right?"
Of course he was right. She did spend every spare moment thinking about Nick. He even got her attention during those moments when she should be focusing on other things.
"I. . . I'll tell you what. If I answer that question, will you promise to meditate?"
"Well, that depends on your answer. I'll meditate either way. But I'll definitely try harder if you say 'yes.'"
He has no idea how much I think about him. She decided to admit it. "All right, Nick. Yes. I do think about you. And yes. . . more often than I should." She bit her lip and whispered a word she longed to say to him, over and over. "Yes."