I look up when I feel her eyes on me. She has concern written all over her eyes. How long has she been looking at me?
“You all right?” she asks me, “you’re quiet.”
I realize I haven’t said anything beyond a greeting when she first sat down. It wasn’t an awkward silence, she was talking with someone else. It’s while he’s talking that she noticed I haven’t said anything.
I sit back, running my hands through my hair. I rest my hand on the back of my head, where it’s throbbing.
“Yeah,” I say vaguely, and shake my head, “no, no,” I give my hair a tug, hoping I could dislodge it or something. “I’m working on something fun back here,” I finally say.
I lean over and dig around in my bag and pop an Aleve.
It’s later when I sit back down for an impromptu study session I greet her with a wide smile and a warm greeting. I’m must more animated. She returns the smile. “Can you tell I’m feeling better?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she nods.
I realize that when I first met her, I was like I was in the morning all the time. Now there are times when I’m more like how I use to be, how I should be.