She hesitated before taking my hand. Her own hand was small and disappeared in mine. Even though she looked a bit mousy and her hair was too thin, she had some nice features. Especially her eyes when they weren’t nervous. They were a soft hazel color and were nice to look at.
‘I’m Charlotte Boyd,’ she said in a muted voice.
We had shaken hands longer than we should have. I made the first move to let go.
Tomorrow: Manny Vassey
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