reconciliation
Her hands are sweaty.
This is just one of the many things she wishes she could change about herself. The thought of it distracts her for a moment, but before she can collect herself, the door opens. Her breath catches, unbidden. She had forgotten that she knocked.
He’s not sure what to say; she sees that clearly. She opens her mouth, but finds she too, has no words.
At this, he smiles and reaches for her hand. She panics and he sees it in her eyes and his smile widens.
His hands close over hers firmly. He pulls her inside.
