"Hey." I replied. My mouth expanding into a smile.
"Hey are you - are you okay?" He bent down. His face stood inches from mine.
"Ya. I'm fine," I laughed nervously. "Why?"
"Are you sure?" He furrowed his eyebrows in genuine concern.
"Ya, I'm sure." I frowned. Was something wrong?
He sensed my uncomfort and understood.
"Oh. Okay." He smiled now. My heart raced. "It's just that, it's just that I thought you were upset."
He let go of his grasp on my arm, and moved his fingers gently to the corner of my eyes, moistening his fingers with the previous tears. He raised his eyebrow.
"The weather." I replied, smiling larger. Hoping he would touch me again.
"That's what I thought." He laughed and came down again, gently kissing me on the place my tears were drying.
I stood there, dumbfounded, as he weaved his fingers with mine, and took the first steps.