Her eyes were luminous and slightly panicked with the effort she was making to get the words out. Her hands fidgeted: plucked at the strap of her bag, twirled a strand of hair, tried desperately to stay in pockets, to no avail.
She was awkward, beautifully so; and you sensed that what she was trying to say to you would change everything.
“See, the thing is,” she said, “the thing is, I, um … (Subscription required.)