"Babysitter, messenger boy... delivery boy," he rattled off, lifting the package in his hand at his last words to punctuate them. It was obvious, though, that there was more going on than someone sending her something, but whatever it was, he wasn't talking - not when other people might overhear. He returned the sidelong glance with one of his own, something of a rueful smile crossing his lips.<br/><br/>"You all grow up so fast." She'd grown up from the girl he knew into a fine young woman. It was hard to get a read on what he felt right at that moment - nostalgia? pride? sadness? regret? all of them?