To some, it may have been a small step, a chaste gesture, to some maybe even a childish act, but for Alicia, taking Adrian’s hand was a huge step, albeit a huge step that just felt more right than accepting his arm. She could see the perplexity in his smile, but offered no more explanation than the smile that was already on her face.
At the table though, when he gave her a brief look of confusion, she did give a small, accepting shrug of her shoulder as if to say ‘it just felt right.’ That small hint of blush to his cheeks, though, chased away the small sliver of fear that she had done something wrong. “You figured right,” she smiled at him before she quickly glanced over the menu and set it aside again. “I’m not particularly hungry, but an evening like this with you sounds…” this time it was her cheeks that heated slightly as she searched for the right word. “…perfect.”
Alicia wet her lips and cleared her throat before she looked up at him again. “Thank you,” she told him softly.