“I know you said hands were a thing for you. So, I, ah…” He raises his hands so the tops of them face me. He’s painted his nails an inky black and has a gold band on his left thumb and another on his right-hand middle finger. “I was hoping this might make a difference for you.” He shrugs again with an almost sheepish expression on his face, and I can’t help but smile as I take in what he’s done, focusing on his nail beds and the jewelry.
