In The Hollow Of His Hand
“Depends on?” He asked.
“… on what you want to know about me.” I replied.
“Tell me what you want me to know about you then.” He said.
I could see frustration in his eyes. I wasn’t ready to give in either.
“Okay, I am Charis; an only child. I was born on the 23rd of January. I am studying Geography. I am both an introvert and an extrovert; it all depends on who I am with. With time, you would get to know me better.” I summarized.
“That’s nice.” Jake said.
“Yeah, yeah. Your turn; tell me about you.” I said.
There was no way I would give him that much information without asking.
“Okay. I am Jake; short for Jacob. Dianne is my only sibling. I was born on the 23rd of February. I work. I am an introvert.” Jake summarized.
“What year?” I asked.
“Year as in? The year I began to work or what?” He asked.
“Your year of birth.” I answered.
“Uhmmm…” He said and whispered the year into my ear.
“Oh” I said. Perfect age difference.
“Yours?” He asked.
“Who? Me?” I asked.
“Of course you.” He answered.
“Have you forgotten the rule that you don’t ask a lady her age?” I asked.
“Now that’s cheating. Who coined that? You have to tell me yours’ cos I told you mine.” He answered all defensive.
“Okay, which do you want; the real year, or the others?” I asked.
“The real…” He answered.
“Okay…” I said and whispered the year into his ear.
“It is time for dinner” Dianne interrupted.
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…