Emma slides her hand into his. She brings his hand up and examines it. "I love your hands." They were so strong yet made such beautiful and delicate things. She hit a button on a panel as the walked out of her office. She brought him out the back door. As they past the cooler room she glanced at it briefly. Someday maybe she would be able to tell him her big secret. That would be awesome because he could perhaps help her. for now she needed to learn to trust, then the big one.
Once outside she took him along to the side of the building into the darkness of the gardens. The cool air felt so good on her skin. Past a few bushed and around a small tree and they ended up at her favorite place. There was a fountain gurgling and an area with Japanese lanterns and a french looking wrought iron table and chairs. The music from her office was softly playing from somewhere in the trees. "This is one of my favorite spots. We have a lot of outdoor seating areas for the grieving but this one is tucked away from view so no one usually uses it." Emma was smiling with satisfaction of her spot and the joy of sharing it.
Will move scene or end it very shortly