“I hope your policing goes well,” I replied.
And then he shot me a smile. So big, so wide, so . . .wow!The smile lit up his entire face, it lit up the entire world, and I’m pretty sure it made global temperatures rise by at least a degree or two. Could this smile be responsible for global warming?
“No more fences, though!” He waggled a finger at me.
I shook my head stupidly. I was slightly entranced by this man. “Uh-uh,” I managed to mumble, and then we still both stood there looking at each other.
“Well . . .” he muttered, and then stopped talking.
I leaned forward, waiting for the words after the “well” to come, but nothing did.
“Well?” I asked.
“Nothing. Just . . . nothing,” he said, a little strangely now. “I’ve really got to go,” he said, after more eye contact that seemed to linger way too long.
“Sure. Me too.” Wait, hadn’t we already said that? This felt like one of those moments when neither of you wants to hang up the phone. But then he hung up. It felt so abrupt.
He gave me a small wave. I waved back quickly. He climbed into his car and I did the same, and then, next thing I knew, we were both driving away. Driving off in different directions andwhy the hell did I feel so perturbed by that?
