The city mouse is obviously not slow. I shrug apologetically and pack away the multimeter. It’s high time I go home and finally rest. Weary, I trudge toward the door.
She follows closely behind me. "Thank you for your help." With her head slightly lowered, she looks up at me from below. A smile graces her lips.
She looks like one of those adorable puppies.
A rather attractive puppy.
Suddenly, she approaches me with a probing expression. "Is everything okay?"
"Sure," I say as I search in vain for a clear thought in my head. But there’s nothing there except fog.
I need to sleep. Desperately.
Distracted, I turn around and open the door.
"Bye, Noah. It was really nice to see you again." Do I hear a hint of disappointment in her voice?
A glance at her face confirms my suspicion. Her big eyes look so sad as if I’ve offended her somehow. She bites her lower lip.
"Likewise," I blurt out.
Her face brightens as if I've done her a favor.
This city girl is strange. Definitely strange. And even though I don’t have any energy left, I can’t stop wondering what might be lurking behind her polished exterior as I make my way back home.
