I can’t help but smile when I see beads of sweat trickle down your creased forehead as you intently focus your attention to the set in front of you. You changed your sitting position five times in the last couple of minutes and it excites me to know the reason why.
“Do I make you nervous?”
Your face suddenly lightens up with that big smile you flashed as a response. You did not say a word but I do not need them to know an affirmation to my inquiry. I let out a big sigh as I mockingly tap my fingers one by one on the glass table like a well rehearsed pianist.
“You can pass.”
You straightened up from your seat then leaned back and let out an impish laughter. Once more, you flashed that big toothy smile with a subtle head jerk. Your restlessness proceeded with interlocking your fingers as you placed them on the back of your head without taking your eyes away on the pieces in front of you.
“Just say pass.”
Just like that you stood up and walked away. I stood up as well and went the opposite direction. You looked back and so did I allowing our eyes to meet. With a sudden rush I feel the defeat that weighs you down and you feel my disappointment over your abandonment.
Then it hit us, we turned another color to gray.