Vanessa
We sat facing each other. And for a moment… we simply looked at each other.
“I have to admit, this is unexpected,” he says.
I tilt my head slightly.
“Lunch… or me?”
“Both,” he replies bluntly.
I smile.
“Life would be so boring if everything were predictable.”
The waiter approaches, and we take a couple of minutes to order. Something light. Nothing that will interfere with what’s important. The conversation.
When we’re alone again, he rests his arms lightly on the table.
“So…” he begins. “Do you always return tissues… or only when you want to see someone again?” Direct, I like that.
“Only when it’s worth it,” I reply.
His gaze sharpens slightly. “And am I worth it?”
I hold him without hesitation. “I’m still deciding.”
Silence… But not awkward. On the cont
