The way of your movements( Fruk)

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I sat facing the door and waited for him to walk through. I was not sure why he was so sorry about the situation. I did not think it was a big deal; anyone would have gotten mad.

Then...he walked through the doors.

I stared at him, and he finally met my eyes. He was carrying a bag with him, and I thought it was a little odd. When he met my eyes, a smile spread across his face, and it did something to me. No one besides Yao had ever looked so happy to see me before.

He began to wave at me and rush to where I was sitting. His lips began moving, and I felt awkward. "I can't understand," I signed and spoke. His eyes widened, and it looked like he began to laugh. He scratched the back of his head and suddenly placed his fist against his chest, moving it in a circular motion, moving right to the left.

"Sorry."

My eyes widened at what he did, and I looked up at him, shocked.

He gave me a thumbs up, then placed his two fingers on his lips, moving them outward.

"Good Afternoon."

He used his hands to flatten against his chest, moving them up, then pointed at me.

"How are you?"

I couldn't help but smile. "I am good; how are you?" I spoke, smiling. He gave me this charming smile, and I think I could have fainted. He nodded at me and gave me a thumbs up. "Let's sit," I spoke. He nodded at me and took a seat in front of me.

He looked at me with a smile, and I noticed his lips begin to move again. I looked at him nervously, and he soon began to laugh again. Does he keep forgetting I can't hear? He then showed me the bag he had brought and started to rumage through it. He suddenly pulled out this journal and pens and looked at me with the cutest smile.

He flipped the journal open, and my eyes widened.

There were a bunch of pre-written questions.

Wow...he was serious.

He pointed to the first one, and I looked at it to read. "What is your name?" it read. I smiled at the question and held up my hands. "My name is A-R-T-H-U-R, But you can use my sign name, it is Arthur, but shorter," I explained. His smile grew, and I could see he was saying my name back to himself.

I signed the first letter of my name and flattened my primary hand with my palm facing up, moving along my secondary forearm while my fingers wiggled slightly. He smiled, looking at what I did, and began trying to do the same thing.

He looked confused and looked at me as if asking me to do it again. "Like this," I spoke. I grabbed his hands gently and felt him tense up a bit. I helped him sign the letter A and fixed his hand placements for the gesture. Once I showed him, he grew really happy and kept doing it. He was trying the memorize it, I think.

He smiled at me, placed his hand on his lips, and pushed it outward.

"Thank you."

Then signed my name.

"Arthur."

I felt my face getting hot, and I moved away from him. What was this doing to me? I was feeling so anxious all of a sudden.

Francis pointed to the next question, and I looked down at it. "Do you work?" It read. "Yes, but it is a type of "office" job. I mostly forward emails, but I get paid decently and live well. I work from home, and you?" I asked. He smiled, giving me a thumbs up, and took something else out of his bag. A dry-erase board? He was prepared. I began to laugh at his gestures, and he looked surprised.

He laughed nervously, and I continued to laugh.

He then looked nervous and started to look around.

This guy!

He was prepared for anything.

He smiled, began to write something down, and showed me. "I am a nurse," It read. I nodded at him, smiling. "Amazing!" I spoke. He began to erase it and pointed to the next question. "How old are you?" It read. "I am thirty, you?" I asked. He grew excited and began to agree. I think he is the same age as me.

He suddenly placed his hand on mine, and I did not know what to do. I felt shocked, but not in a bad way. It was a good shocked feeling. He then began to write something down again. I tried to take a peek over his shoulder, but he kept hiding what he was writing. Ehh? was that really necessary?

He turned to me with a smile and soon held up the board for me to see. "Thank you for meeting me; I think I like you already; we should be friends," It read. My eyes widened, and I felt my heart racing. Did he want to be friends?

With me?

I looked at him, amazed, and felt like I was flying through the air. Jumping on clouds, and everything around me was pink and had sparkles.

He looked at me nervously, and I began to nod my head. "Yes! I would love to be friends!" I spoke. He looked nervous and began to look around nervously. I noticed people would look at us, but I was unsure why. I know I wasn't raising my voice.

He took the journal and began to flip through the pages. He stopped on one and showed me one. "Let me buy you food; what will you have?" It read. I smiled at what he said and began to look down at the menu in front of us. My heart couldn't stop beating so fast; I was unsure why I was so excited.

He actually wanted to be friends?

With me, of all people?

Looking at the menu, I looked back to the beautiful man sitting in front of me. "Thank you," I spoke. He looked at me with a smile, and I was about to swoon.