He turned his body towards mine and I could see him struggle for thought before he spoke.
He asked if he could borrow paper and his voice was as deep as the ocean and it made me shiver.
I smiled as I said,
"You can't borrow paper, but you can have paper."
He smiled and smiled and smiled and I swear that there was nothing more beautiful than his smile. It lit up his entire face and the entire place and made me feel warm and made me feel safe and made me-
"Okay. May I have some paper."
He had said with an even bigger smile, his brownbrownbrown eyes slicing into mine.
I gave him paper.
