Margot hesitated and reached out to shake his hand, before pulling it back when it was 5 cm from his. She stuffed her hand into her jacket pocket. She just felt a little strange. She was thinking of just walking away and ditching the whole conversation entirely.

"Chris?Chris..."she repeated his name. She didn't know what to do with his name. Remember it?Write it down?Give it to someone? Why did I even bother telling him my name?Margot stood there just staring at his outreached hand, rocking on her heels, back and forth, as if she was waiting for something to happen. Nothing did happen. She looked up and smiled at him.

"So did you uhm.."she said before stopping. She bit her thumbnail. She wanted to ask him if he knew about the flower pot and why the smoke alarm system wasn't working. She rocked back and forth on her heels again, still biting her nails. She walked away from him, not knowing how to face him. It was a weird meeting.