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He
smiles
.
“
Okay
,
bag
out
tea
.
Sugar
?
”
For
a
moment
,
I
’
m
stunned
,
thinking
it
’
s
an
endearment
,
but
fortunately
my
subconscious
kicks
in
with
pursed
lips
.
No
,
stupid
—
do
you
take
sugar
?
“
No
thanks
.
”
I
stare
down
at
my
knotted
fingers
.
“
Anything
to
eat
?
”
“
No
thank
you
.
”
I
shake
my
head
,
and
he
heads
to
the
counter
.
I
surreptitiously
gaze
at
him
from
beneath
my
lashes
as
he
stands
in
line
waiting
to
be
served
.
I
could
watch
him
all
day
…
he
’
s
tall
,
broad
shouldered
,
and
slim
,
and
the
way
those
pants
hang
from
his
hips
…
Oh
my
.
Once
or
twice
he
runs
his
long
,
graceful
fingers
through
his
now
dry
but
still
disorderly
hair
.
Hmm
…
I
’
d
like
to
do
that
.
The
thought
comes
unbidden
into
my
mind
,
and
my
face
flames
.
I
bite
my
lip
and
stare
down
at
my
hands
again
,
not
liking
where
my
wayward
thoughts
are
headed
.
“
Penny
for
your
thoughts
?
”
Grey
is
back
,
startling
me
.
I
go
crimson
.
I
was
just
thinking
about
running
my
fingers
through
your
hair
and
wondering
if
it
would
feel
soft
to
touch
.
I
shake
my
head
.
He
’
s
carrying
a
tray
,
which
he
sets
down
on
the
small
,
round
birch
-
veneer
table
.
He
hands
me
a
cup
and
saucer
,
a
small
teapot
,
and
a
side
plate
bearing
a
lone
teabag
labeled
TWININGS
ENGLISH
BREAKFAST
—
my
favorite
.
He
has
a
coffee
that
bears
a
wonderful
leaf
pattern
imprinted
in
the
milk
.
How
do
they
do
that
?
I
wonder
idly
.
He
’
s
also
bought
himself
a
blueberry
muffin
.
Putting
the
tray
aside
,
he
sits
opposite
me
and
crosses
his
long
legs
.
He
looks
so
comfortable
,
so
at
ease
with
his
body
,
I
envy
him
.
Here
’
s
me
,
all
gawky
and
uncoordinated
,
barely
able
to
get
from
A
to
B
without
falling
flat
on
my
face
.
