Loid helped me put on my coat as we got ready to exit the apartment. We were going to the bank, my old place to pick up the rest of my boxes, and somewhere called "The Bouquet". Loid said there was someone there who could help us- or rather me- get ready for the interview at The Garden of Eden. I have no idea what that meant but decided to trust my husband. Heh, my "husband"….. That still sounded strange to me.
We exited the main front door out onto the fancy street and Loid locked the door behind us. While he did that, I took the chance to get a better bearing of where I was. It was the up-end part of the city, where the rich people resided. They strolled around, not taking any notice of us. There were ladies in fur coats and men in pressed suits. Loid fit in with them very well, I though. Me, however…..
After tucking the key away in his pocket, Loid turned to gaze my way. "Shall we?" He always spoke to me in this detached, cold sort of tone. It was polite enough, but there was no warmth in it. I figured that any affection that would blossom between us would happen in time; I already liked the look of him. He was especially, excessively handsome- beautiful even- in my eyes. But I couldn't help but wonder…. What did he see exactly when he looked at me?
All preceding thoughts flooded out of my head when a hand suddenly touched mine. My cheeks were beet red as I blinked down in utter shock, only to find Loid's gloved hand holding onto mine. He wasn't squeezing my hand, more cradling it to keep it in place. My head shot up to see his; his expression was as stoic as ever. He immediately gave me a look which said "play along", which I did without hesitation. "Come on," he then verbally told me in a low voice. Unable to nod, I let him guide me down the sideway by the hand.
Loid's hand… It was strong and I felt some hard spots under the glove. It was bigger than mine, and yet…. Still blushing a deep crimson, I summoned up the courage to peer at him meekly. Our hands feel completely different, and yet somehow, they fit together perfectly. My fingers curled around the back of his palm. Loid's eyes widened a little, but he didn't say anything or look back my way. He's embarrassed, I smiled to myself. So odd….. Our hands are totally different sizes and have probably had a lifetime of different experiences. But they still fit together…..
I didn't know it was possible for another person's hand to match yours so perfectly.
