i see you7:43 PM
His mouth curls at the edges and his eyes smile under his jauntily-perched cap. He centers himself in my attention. He hands me a ball. Metaphorically. The ball is conversation. I catch it and toss it back. Am I flattered? Secretly. I think hm, what impression am I making? I really must be an intriguing specimen to pique such interest. He and I team up in flattering myself. We bob and smile, and adeptly part ways.