She had decided that they were going to sit on the eastern corner of the deck. She only had decided this after multiple tries at different parts of the concourse. Each time she had said out loud that it was too windy to stay in those places. He didn’t say anything, but agreed. He was cold but he didn’t say anything but she could tell that he was cold and kept mentioning it. Said he should have worn socks, that her mother would freak out at him.
‘That’s another thing the babuskhi always molodoi cheloveked me for. They always would always yell at me for not wearing winter shoes ‘Young man, were are your warm shoes!’ ‘Young man, where are your socks!’
She had taken off her glasses and put them on the table. They each straddled the same side bench. He slid up close so their knees touched cause he liked that. The wind blew strongly and the glasses went off the bench and slid a few feet along the concourse. He went and picked them up and gave them back to her. He thought about how she looked in her glasses and couldn’t understand why her roommate didn’t like them but that wasn’t a big deal. They didn’t talk for about 35 seconds.
‘What are you thinking about?
‘Your face. Generally when I’m looking at you I’m thinking about your face. And how I like it.
The wind was blowing strongly and she grabbed his hand. She was wearing the stone that he had given her.
