I knew Sarah through work. We both worked a service job and loved commiserating on how rude some customers could be or how much of an unapologetic asshole our boss was. I had a solid group of friends who would hang out most Fridays, sometimes Sat and Sunday too. It was only natural that eventually Sarah joined in.
We got along well at work and we got along well outside of work! What did surprise me was how often she ended up sitting next to me when we played board games or how often we shared a couch. At first, I thought nothing of it, but it did get me thinking. Maybe she was interested? One such Friday night 6 of us were around the table drinking and playing cards. She got up to grab another beer and without even trying her ass put on a show in her tight jeans. I was buzzing so I’m sure my eyes lingered longer than they should have. If she noticed or cared, she didn’t let on. Beer in hand she returned to her seat next to me and plopped herself down. In so doing, she stretched out her legs under the table and wouldn’t you know it, her foot ended up resting on top of mine. Emboldened by the booze, I didn’t move my foot away. But neither did she! Maybe she thought it was someone else’s foot? We sat like that for a while as the game and conversation continued. I watched her eyes to see if she was making eyes at anyone else, perhaps mistaking my foot for theirs. I found nothing. So I enjoyed her touch. It lasted as long as I could manage but eventually I had break the seal. I knew when I got up and moved my foot she would know, without a doubt that it was me. So I did. Again, her face betrayed no thoughts.