Leila reluctantly walks to the man and squats to maintain the same height. The room stays quiet as the man analyses her face. The man gives her his hand.
She narrows her eyes at him, but slowly gives him her hand. He rubs the back of her palm and smiles. He turns her hand to have her palm face him.
Leila not once looks into his eyes. It was as though something stopped her from making eye contact with him. She places her gaze on the hands he holds with great admiration and care.
He places her hand on his lap and then places his index finger at the centre of her palm. Leila raises a brow, trying to understand what he was doing. He rotates his finger circularly on her palm, and Leila begins feeling a ticklish sensation on her palm.
She takes back her palm and stares at him questionably, but once his gaze rests on her, she stares at his lips instead. The man nods, "Please give me",
