"Miss Singh." He extends a long-fingered hand to me once I'm upright. "I'm Jalaluddin Mohammad. Are you all right? Would you like to sit?" he says looking at me , oh I must be looking like a number one idiot in the world at the moment ..
So young - and attractive, very attractive. He's tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie with unruly dark copper colored hair and intense, bright gray eyes that regard me shrewdly. It takes a moment for me to find my voiceI wasn't sure what to say "Um...actually " I mutter , In a daze, I place my hand in his and we shake. As our fingers touch, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me. I withdraw my hand hastily, embarrassed. Must be static. I blink rapidly, my eyelids matching my heart rate.
When I pluck up the courage to look at him, he's watching me, one hand relaxed in his lap and the other cupping his chin and trailing his long index finger across his lips. I think he's trying to suppress a smile.
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