Part of me wants to run away as fast as I can, but instead, I take your hand in mine. You turned to me and we will look into each other's eyes for what seems like hours. When I look back. I speak in a hoarse whisper, "painting has the same effect on you that it's me. I sneak up silently beside you and turn my face up to your. So I take a deep breath and move quietly towards you. Nobody knows me or would scold me for being insolent.
I pulled them on with difficulty. They were made of soft rubber. They were black, like my boots. I slipped on the gloves I got. For men, she gave a tight wrist length gloves.