I'd never forget that day, never forget the level of fear a person could feel, but, most importantly, I'd never forget Mr Hillier, which was why restoring the garden was so important. During the past decade, I'd allowed my busy lifestyle to overshadow what was once a fitting tribute to a hero, my hero, and that was about to change. Hillier Community Garden would return to its former glory and then some.
My body stiffened once again as Danielle sheepishly smiled, waved, and closed the space between us. I went to lift my hand to return her gesture but fumbled with the planks of wood in my arms.
"Shit," I muttered, rebalancing them as she stopped before me.
"Lots! That's 'lots' of wood in your arms." She giggled and nudged my shoulder, and I all but crumbled to the ground under the weight of nostalgia and tree offcuts.
I managed a chuckle instead and raised my arms, flexing my biceps in the process - not that she could see them through the wood. "Na, this is nothing. I've only just started."
She dipped her head, and I caught a glimpse of a small smile before it was hidden behind several loose strands of hair that were still chocolate in colour, her manicured fingers poking them behind her ear.
"So, how are you? It's been so long since we've seen each other. You look … you look good."
Her stuttering puzzled me. Maybe she's cold? I should lend her my jacket. I went to shrug out of the woollen coat I was wearing when I realised she was already wearing one of her own; a white puffy one with a furry hood that dangled over her shoulders. Maybe she just stutters now? Maybe she's nervous?
Realising I hadn't yet answered, a playful idea entered my head, and I didn't really think too much before deciding to just go with it. I was a little nervous, and that rarely happened.
"This is bad luck, you know." I gestured between the two of us. "I'm not supposed to see the bride before the wedding."
She laughed, but then her hand found her hip. "This again? This fake engagement stuff? Really?"
I remained impassive. "You say 'fake' as if you mean it."
"I do mean it! We are not engaged, Elliot."
"Technically, we are." I smiled.
She laughed. "No, we're not."
"Yeah, we are." I stopped smiling, playing around with her a little.
She shook her head, vehemently. "I don't believe you."
I shrugged and stepped away, dropping the wood planks into a wheelbarrow. "Whether you believe me or not is irrelevant."
This time, both her hands found her hips, her fingers gripping the denim hugging her skin. I fought my rising eyebrow - her elevated frustration was so cute. As a child, she'd possessed a fiery attitude, except with her mum, Jeanette. Jeanette was all she had - no siblings, no father.
"I don't see how it is irrelevant. My not believing you is very relevant," she stated.
I smiled. "You're wrong."
Danielle stared at me. Really stared. It was a defiant body language tactic I'd used in the courtroom many times, yet I was impressed with her determined eye contact dedication.
I couldn't help it and let out a laugh. "You haven't changed much."
"You have!" she blurted while simultaneously scoffing.
Her cheeks blushed, like polished apples, and I wasn't sure whether that reaction was good or not. It was hard to tell from her broken stare and awkward shifting of boot-covered feet whether she was referring to my physical change or my playful baiting, which wasn't something I'd ever done when we were younger - I'd learned to become a smartarse during my adult years.
Before I could question her new rosy complexion, Jeanette sprung out from behind the garden shed and encased her daughter in a hug. "Good morning, Pumpkin."
"Mum! Hi." Danielle tried to gently struggle free. "Okay, ow … you're kinda hurting me. And you're covered in dirt!"
"That's generally what happens when you do gardening, Danielle."
I bit my lip at Jeanette's response. From memory, she was a force to be reckoned with, a gale force that often blew poor Danielle right over.
"Very funny, Mum," she muttered.
Jeanette released her grip and stepped back, holding her daughter at arm's length for assessment before tutting. "You're wasting away. And why on earth are you wearing a white jacket?"
Danielle opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, which didn't seem to bother Jeanette because she was already dismissing any pending response by kissing Danielle on the forehead before turning to me and laughing, mockingly.
"And you wanted to marry her when you were younger?" She patted my head, as if I was a child, and that's when I did one of the most stupid and quite possibly bravest things of my life.
I lied the truth.