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Our eyes meet again, and we both sit silently looking at each other. Each of us
most likely wondering what the other is thinking. She wants to ask me something
important to her. I can tell by the way she nervously taps her foot. She
unconsciously rubs her cup with her thumb while she bites her lip in
concentration. Her eyes tilt up and to the right. I assume this is her thinking face.
“Yes,” I say to the unasked question.
