She stopped behind me, looking down at me timidly. She bit her lip, her eyes gluing themselves to my form as she tried to read my body language. “Are you okay?” she asked. A tender smile spread across her face, although it was pinched at the corners, as if her face was unaccustomed to letting go of it’s worried expression. But that was all it took – that tiny little ghost of a smile, and it felt as if I had been punched in the stomach. She was beautiful.
I wasn’t used to talking to people, and at a time like this, I didn’t trust my voice to stay stable. I shrugged, my shoulders slumping up and down. This was a comfortable type of answer; and answer I was accustomed to - this type of ‘I don’t know’ answer; it kept you from thinking too hard about what you really wanted to say.