C20 A Date

Martin was always proud of himself for being a master of all situations. But today was not the day.

“Martin, hold my hand! You can’t just let me hold your hand, and you are reacting or doing anything.”

“Hmm, yes, sure.” He tightened his grip. Her hand was in his, soft and delicate, and he didn’t know if he had done anything wrong. This was just handholding. He was not in kindergarten