He was funny without trying too hard. He listened when Emily spoke. He asked me questions about my work, complimented Robert’s garden, and insisted on helping clear dinner.
Once, I caught him staring at Brian’s hands.
Robert barely spoke.
Once, I caught him staring at Brian’s hands.
The second he realized I’d noticed, he looked away.
At dessert, Brian said, « Sir, Emily tells me you’re a surgeon. »
Robert paused.
Brian’s smile faded slightly.
« I am. »
« What field? »