“What are you thinking?” She asks.
“I feel like I don’t know you.”
“I would think you do, better than myself might I add.”
“How do you mean?” She inquired.
“You seem to think me a deeper shade than I am, as if there is more to be added.”
“Would you not take that as a compliment?”
He smiles, “the better part is that we don’t know each other, and each day varies so we that we know more or less.”
“Won’t you say that is the best by far? Getting to know one another?” With a languid laugh he finishes, “I hardly know you at all. Would you be okay with that?”
By some force, she found herself nodding okay.
Thus she got to know herself a little better that day.