Chapter 7: Just DessertAs we left the restaurant, Pepper’s fingers once again found mine. There was a chill in the air and the mist was turning to rain by the time we set off back to my store. Pepper held an umbrella awkwardly in her left hand, crossing her arm over her chest to hold it in the middle and shield us both. I was in charge of protecting the little white paper bag containing our leftovers and dessert. Pepper had insisted the tiramisu was not to be missed.
Between all that, I felt her fingers searching for mine.
I didn’t know where her urge came from, if it was a quest for warmth on a chilly night, a basic human need for physical contact, or something more, but I wove my fingers in with hers and held tight. I walked along wondering if I did it for her, as a friend letting her
