{exchange}

As she rounds the corner at the bottom of the stairs, she spots him a few metres ahead, in a discussion with one, or two, or maybe even three persons (for she failed to notice them properly, as if her field of vision had narrowed down to just him). She approaches them quietly, though not quietly enough for him not to hear her footsteps. He turns around and upon seeing her, smiles and raises his eyebrows. She acknowledges him by mirroring his body language (do they speak the same one?) and walks past them into the office of the building. Having returned the key, she makes her way back out again, where he and the other one, or two, or three others are still huddled in a little group. She glances in his direction (she can’t help it) only to meet his gaze (perhaps he couldn’t help it either?). His eyes remain on her an instant, she feels herself begin to blush. But soon she steps out of view and into a different room. There, she sits down, a little smile forming on her lips. She had seen him – what luck! What joy! And what had they exchanged? Not a single word – only looks.