The pain his lips handed to her in the form of words burned like a fire licking at her skin and was fueled with her embarrassment. The flame grew and engulfed her and she took it with a smile.
“No thanks. I don’t want her hug,â€? he had said
“Your missing out…” her friend said trying to quickly put out the fire that had already taken her.
“I doubt that.” he retorted.
“No offense. Nothing personal.” And he smiled. But his smile was one of a politician, not beauty. A politicians smile.
Like his smile would cushion the impact of her heart that felt like a puzzle being dropped from 32nd floor of a building in the center of Time Square for all to see and laugh at. She inhaled more embarrassment than oxygen, which suffocated her lungs and overflowed to her heart. Her heart then pumped it to every inch of her body, paralyzing her muscles. Her brain to too busy trying to repair her confidence she had nothing to say back. So she hung her head low and tried to melt into the puddle of nothing she apparently was.