She knew he wanted to ask her more, but she also knew he’d be gentleman enough to not ask, and rather wait for her to be ready, and now, she definitely didn’t feel ready. She wiped the tear off her cheek and turned to look at him, a smile on her face.
She extended her hand and said, “Let’s start over, I’m Emma, I am a PR Consultant.”
She was looking up at him with her eyes wide. It was clear that she was past her sharing mood but that she was going that extra mile to make sure that he didn’t feel awkward. That did something in his heart.
He laughed and shook her hand, “Hi Emma, I’m Henry, barkeep.”
She smiled back at him, this time, more legit. “Henry, that’s an oldish name. Let me guess, grandfathers name?”
“Haha, no, I think my parents just liked the name, and well, so what if it’s oldish, I happen to like my name”, he replied laughing even more.
“Alright alright, I just meant that there aren’t many Henry’s these days. So, umm, what do you want to do…?
“Now? I don’t know, it’s up to you.”
“No silly, I mean in general, in life.”
“Oh that, well, I finish my degree in a couple months, so hopefully get a job, and hopefully, I’ll like it. Aah well, if that doesn’t work out, there’s always barkeeping” he replied laughing.
“Oh, umm, I’m actually studying Psychology.”
And on and on they went, talking about anything and everything they could think of. They talked about what they had studied, their lives growing up, past relationships, first love, career, ambitions and much more.
They sat there talking for hours until the sun rose. And even then, they sat there enjoying the view, getting to know each other. It was a bliss. It was a feeling they had never felt before. And they loved it. It was weird feeling like they knew and understood someone they had only met that day. And yet, it felt like they’d known each other for years.
By the time they left, there was a sense of security and comfort that they felt for each other. This was one they would hold on to for years…