Once we're comfortably settled, I feel tongue tied. All my wit has abandoned me today, of all days. You're content being quiet but continue to stare unabashedly. I find it disconcerting, while you seem to be thoroughly enjoying my discomfort.
I'm about to say something, when you reach out to me, and extend your hand, leaving me utterly confused. I don't want to appear stupid but am also not sure if you want me to hold it. I hesitate and then you smile a deep smile, almost as if you're reading my mind. Its all the confidence I need. I stretch my hand too and you grab hold of it.
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