‘How have you been’ she wistfully asked, refusing to lock eyes with him.
‘I’ve been good’ he responded, his feet restlessly scratching the dull gravel. ‘And you??’ he quickly added, speaking too fast and too eagerly.
Unaware of the passion expelled through his welcoming body language, she made a silent promise never to start a ‘dead-end’ conversation again. ‘How is your mother now?’
‘She’s better. Healing… You know how painful heartbreak can be but she’ll be fine. It was good for her. For us’
‘Yeah I.. I know how painful it can be…’ her tone strayed away with her thoughts.
‘You know my brother actually got to go to that competition’ he irrelevantly imparted.
‘Oh! Yeah actually I think i saw that on FaceBook. Congratulations, I know how much you were rooting for him.’ a warm smile escaped her along with her words.
‘Thank you, yeah I think I was more excited about his win than him’ he laughed comfortably.
‘Hahaha’ regretting her choice of response as soon as it left her mouth, she knew she had ended the conversation she most wanted to have. Frustrated at her inability to think of anything else to say, she excused herself hurriedly, forgetting that he, was still able.
A-lot was said that day.
A-lot is said without saying anything.