A lunch break
I click time and time again on the pictures he took of me. “Do they need some Photoshop retouch? No, I will keep them as they are. I am getting old and I like to see the wrinkles appearing” - I think to myself. I try to decipher my expressions in those photos. What did he see when he looked into the camera screen, was I giving away anything?
I remember how I felt when he started taking those pictures. He joked that I should stay natural, otherwise I am ugly. I remember how shy and uncomfortable I was, and at the same time how forcefully I pretended to be casual. Stay casual not to give away the fire burning inside.
When words cannot say what should be said, only eyes can communicate. I looked at him trying to find a cue. In return he was not stingy. He is a guy, a guy who likes to flirt. A simple after-lunch flirt. We talked, I joked and he laughed. He is a good sport. I realized how easy it would be to charm him. How easy if there was not the other.
The others; he has a family.
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