He reached out, wanting to touch her. But worried that he might scare her, he had to let his hand fall back, futilely.
Perhaps, for both of them, this utterly unimaginable first encounter, the most important thing wasn't to see each other's face, nor to converse, but simply to first become familiar with each other's presence.
Thinking this through, he reached out to support himself on the wall beside him, and then followed the wall, feeling his way through the room with his hand. He touched the wallpaper with its distinct ridges and indentations, then found a long sofa placed against the wall. He held onto the armrest and sat down on one side.
He knew that she was at the other end of the sofa.
Separated by darkness, both he and she were "observing" each other with their own thoughts and imagination.
He even felt a small sense of shyness, placing his hands flat on his knees, sitting up straight, looking ahead, waiting for her judgment.
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