As we're walking side by side my hand accidently brushes yours while you are talking. I had been paying so much attention to the story you were telling about the old family dog you had when you were a kid, that I couldn’t control my body’s subconscious action.
You then told me about how you made him go to all your tea parties, assuring me that he was the life of the party and that he was so much better than all your stuffed animals because he actually ate the cookies.
I quickly pulled my hand behind my back nonchalantly reaching over to scratch the opposite forearm. I saw your eyes shift over to me slightly. I knew that I should have just acted like nothing happened because in all actuality, it really was nothing. But then, I decided that you probably noticed either way, so why should it even matter?
I then gingerly bit my lip as I began to stare at my feet. I could feel your eyes looking me up and down almost as if you could see all my thoughts scattered across every inch of my body. You were reading me like and open book.
Almost suddenly you had gotten quiet. I could hear all the voices around me more clearly. The city streets were bustling with all kinds of college kids, families, tourists, and city employees. The fact that it was scorching out had no effect on the people in this area. This wasn’t the first time I had been down south, but I still despised the dry heat and the fact that I was so terribly nervous made my body sweat so much more prominently.
It took me a moment, but I managed to look up at you hoping that I wouldn’t be able to catch your eyes. After doing so, I found myself raising my head to your puzzling ****** expression which seemed to be giving me a look that could almost be personified with a series of intense pondering questions. One of which, you finally chose after a few seconds of silence. Then, in an instant, your expression changed.
I could almost see the exact moment in which you realized that you were exposing your inner thoughts. Seemingly alarmed your expression quickly became softer. In the midst of this, I was bracing myself for your interrogation.
You asked me if I was alright and if it was too hot for me outside because I hadn’t really been saying much of anything since I arrived in town. I was able to mutter a slight response, assuring you that I was fine and that I was simply thinking exceptionally hard about something.
That was probably the worst thing I could have said. Having realized that I had set myself up for another series of questions that I did not want to answer, I quickly added that it was nothing important and that we should probably be thinking of what movie we wanted to see tonight.
Slightly ahead of us, on the sidewalk, something shiny caught my attention. It was a penny that was tails up and as we came up on it, I bend down slightly to pick it up. I quickly handed it to you encouraging you to take it so that we both could have good luck, in hopes that you would forgot about what I was thinking. You just causally smile and look at me with those piercing eyes of yours. I smile bashfully in return, and then continue with the request that I was asking of previously.
By then, my stomach was churning with butterflies and I began having trouble thinking about what movie we should see. I guess that I was so caught up in my thoughts to notice that you had placed the penny in the front left pocket of your plaid button-up shirt and then proceeded to interlace your fingers with mine.
In the instant that your skin touches mine, my face turns flush. You noticed, then smirked slightly, and proceeded to tell me that you were excited for the movie.