‘I don’t know much about you. Do you like snow or do you prefer the rain? I’ve always preferred the rain. Though the gutter water mixing with the rain water was always a tad gross.
I don’t know if you like it when your eyes meet a stranger’s across the room and you smile fleetingly? There is magic in that moment for the world dissolves enough for you to focus all the positivity from within to share a smile at a stranger.
I don’t know if you like coffee or tea? Do you smoke or drink scotch? I don’t know if you prefer books or movies based on books? If it is one way, it could be blasphemy and I am not sure that I would handle that well.
You don’t know much about me, either. Were you wondering all this too?’ I asked.
‘You said more about yourself in the questions you asked than you realise,’ he replied.
He listened closely and read enough between the lines.
I just smiled.
‘So tell me more about yourself,’ he said with a laugh.