She felt the loss of his hand keenly, more than she should have for such a simple thing. Didn’t stop her from feeling it, though. She gave him a bright smile as she walked through the door he held open for her.
“I think together we can figure it out easily,” she told him. “move on to the mysteries of the next fruit.” Oh. That was just unfair. He was far too distracting. That wasn’t exactly new; he always had been, to her. Of course, he’d also managed to frustrate her more than anyone she’d known. That had helped to ease the distraction. Sometimes. A few times.